"You know exactly why I'm avoiding you," she whispered, her resolve melting under his intense stare. "We can't do this. Your position... my standing... it's too risky."
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He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds. "You know exactly why I'm avoiding you," she
Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch. my standing
He finally looked up. Piercing, stormy gray eyes locked onto hers, holding a gaze that was far too intense for a simple student-advisor relationship. "Sit down."