Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Kenzo was invited back to teach, and word was that his classes were all the rage online at Beaconsfield College. It was nearly impossible to snag a spot because everyone wanted to be there. "Are you guys done touring? Fancy grabbing a bite together?" Kenzo offered as he crossed paths with Brielle and Max.

Brielle and Max had indeed seen all there was to see, tasted the local flavors, and browsed the quaint shops. Returning to Beaconsfield College was like a warm embrace, a chance to momentarily forget the worries of the world outside. But Brielle knew she'd have to face reality again soon.

"We're all set. Let's roll out together," Brielle replied, linking arms with Max as the trio made their way down the path leading out of the campus.

The journey was punctuated with hellos from fellow students, all eager to greet Brielle and Kenzo. Brielle's alumni status was well-known, and Kenzo was a celebrity in his own right. He retained the title of Visiting Professor, ensuring he could step back into the lectern anytime his heart desired.

Kenzo's gentle smile greeted each student, and upon hearing Brielle ask, "Kenzo, are you speaking at the centennial celebration?" his own smile turned into a chuckle.

"Yep, got a special request from the dean," he replied, his lips barely revealing the amusement behind them.

Before Brielle could sing his praises, Kenzo added, "The dean found out we've stayed in touch and asked me to bring your speech too. Brielle, he still remembers your name."

Max interrupted just as Brielle was about to respond, "So, Kenzo, did you drive over?"

waiting outside. Brielle, here's the draft of the speech. Feel free to tweak

a strange feeling bubbling inside her. Had she inadvertently ignored Max, causing him to

polite "Thank you," she turned her attention back to Max as

fanned her face. "Did you catch a whiff of jealousy?" she teased Max, who simply

amused her. Why would Max be jealous of

Max's expression softened as he joked, "I should've attended Beaconsfield

he would've been able to join in on her and

Beaconsfield College lost a great deal without you." When Brielle wanted to charm someone, she

chuckled, and the hint of jealousy in his heart

beneath the shadow

of distinguished students. The evening bells chimed signifying the end of a class, and the campus buzzed to life. Students meandered past

pinned between the wall and Max's embrace, her cheeks flushed with heat. His kiss was fierce sending waves of pleasure and a thrilling sense of secrecy through her. It was as they were sneaking around, two lovers defying the watchful eyes of the headmaster who might be

in the kiss, Brielle's strength waned, her legs turned to jelly, and she buried her head in Max's chest, trying to catch her breath. "Feeling better now, Brielle?" Max's voice was