“You’re just too scared to admit it,” he said, voice low, and his fingers gliding through her still-wet folds. “Your little p***y clenched the second he walked in.”
She moaned before she could stop it.
“That’s what I thought.” He stood, buckling his belt slow, deliberate. “I’ll be in touch.”
“You can’t just leave—my dad—” she started.
“I know when he gets home. I’ve known all along.” He winked. “Tell your little classmate I said hi.”
And then he was gone.
She sat there, messy, naked, dripping with him. Miles’s book still lay on the floor. Her head spun.
What the f**k had she just done?
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The Next Morning
She sat in lecture, legs crossed tight, trying to focus on the slide on the screen.
Miles sat two rows ahead. He hadn’t looked back once.
Her phone buzzed.
