Chapter 2
we keep grinding through the essay and the words are starting to blur on the page. my knee is still pressed against hers under the table and she hasn’t moved it away once in the last ten minutes. every time she shifts to write something her skirt brushes my jeans and it sends this stupid hot spark up my leg straight to my c**k. i’m trying to focus like she keeps asking but f**k it’s impossible. her voice is so soft and patient even when i give half-ass answers. “ethan that’s… that’s actually a solid point about the guilt motif. see? you can do this when you try.” she smiles tiny behind her glasses but her cheeks are still that deep pink and her fingers keep twisting the pen like she’s nervous as hell.
i nod but my mind is somewhere else. i slide my hand under the table agai
