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"If my classroom is your playground, then your body is mine."
Dr. Zaain Kazem is a cold and routine Palestinian-Canadian professor with something to hide.
Adeola Adebayo is a sharp, international student running from a broo...
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Neruda University The House of Internationals - Ilya's Room 13 weeks left of the semester, two days until online
Ilya and I lay next to each other on his bed and I watch the vinyl spin laps around the record player.
I look over to him and he's bopping his head to the noise and mouthing the lyrics.
He catches my stare in the corner of his eye and looks directly at me, "What's that face mean?" He has a curious grin spread across his face.
I look up at the ceiling and I just bust out laughing.
He sits up, "What is so damn funny, huh?"
I try to catch my breath to explain but my mouth fills with laughter every time. I start laughing so much that I feel tears sprouting in the corners of my eyes.
Ilya climbs on top of me, his dog tags swinging in my face. He gathers my wrists in one hand and presses them above my head, "You have three seconds to tell me..." his eyes zip down my body suggestively, "or I'll make you regret it."
But, I can't hold back my laughter. I just can't. For some reason whenever I'm laughing at something stupid or only mildly funny, and someone asks me what I'm laughing at, it just makes me want to laugh more and I just laugh and laugh inconsolably.
"Three..." he put up his fingers as he began to count down but my laughter doesn't let up.
"I'm being serious, Adeola. Two..."
I begin to calm my cackles down into giggles but it's too late, "One!" his grip tightens around my wrists and with his other hand he starts to tickle me.
I twist my body under his as my laughter starts to rev up again.
"Please! Ilya! Stop!" I cried out mercifully between laughs.
"Not until you tell me," his fingers run all over me as he tickles me.
"I swear..." I huffed, "I'll kick you in the balls, stop!" I threaten breathlessly.
"Ooh, you kinky girl!" he chuckled and it made me start laughing more, "You should've just told me!"
I can feel his grip inadvertently loosening around my wrists as he tries to hold me still with his other.
The way that he's on top of me I can easily shift his weight.
I wiggle my hands out of his grasp as I heave my hips upward, making him lose balance and fall backwards onto the bed. Then before he can even process what I've done, I sit on top of him, straddling his body with my legs.
He looks up at me wondrously, "Holy shit..."
I grab him by his throat and squeeze slightly and I can feel his pulse quickening against my finger tips.
