AMARA’S POV
Sleep didn’t come easy that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, Professor Black. The sharpness of his jaw when he leaned close, the heat in his stare when he held my panties between his fingers, and then… that smirk. The smirk that cut me deeper than any words. He’d dismissed me, sent me away as though I was nothing more than a child playing at desire.
I pulled my blanket tighter around me, but it didn’t shield me from the memory. Instead, it only made me ache more. My body still trembled at the thought of his voice, hoarse and low, telling me what to do. My legs squeezed shut under the covers, ashamed at how wet I had been in his office, how wet I still was thinking about it.
Rejection was supposed to make you feel small. Embarrassed. Broken.
And yes, I felt al
