Phil’s POV
She was seated in her usual spot, dark eyes downcast, working busily on an assignment that wasn’t even due for another few days when I pulled out the chair next to her. I sat down slowly, careful not to flinch despite how sore my lower half was.
Theo wasn’t very considerate earlier.
I could still feel his tight grip on my wrist as he dragged me into the handicap stall.
It was like déjà vu from our last bathroom encounter but he was . . . different this time. No anger, he wasn’t rough with his movements this time. Unlike last time, this wasn’t a punishment but I could still taste his frustration, feel his impatience.
Also . . . I didn’t tell him to wait.
Normally, I’d probably try to talk him out of it considering the severity of the consequences
