SOPHIE’S POV
I couldn’t focus the next day. My notebook was open, pen in hand, but the only thing I wrote was his drawer. Those toys. The straps. The vibrator. All locked away, waiting for someone brave—or stupid—enough to ask for them.
Me.
Professor Hale’s voice was deep, steady, cutting through the lecture like a blade, but all I heard was the way he’d told me: Tomorrow, you’ll come back.
By the time the class ended, my legs felt weak. Students shuffled out, laughter echoing in the hall. I stayed in my seat, waiting. My heart thumped like it wanted to crack my ribs.
And then—
I walked to his office, shut the door behind me
When I turned, he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, those dark eyes pinning me in place.
“You came back,” he said.
I swallowed hard. “You told me to
