Flora's POV
"Flora, seriously, if you smile at your phone one more time, I’m going to throw it out the window," Emily laughed, dumping a heavy stack of textbooks onto our shared study table.
I didn't look up immediately. My thumbs were already flying across the screen, a soft blush warming my cheeks as I read the message that had just popped up.
You’re distracted today. If your grades drop because you’re thinking about my bed, I’ll have to find a suitable way to punish you when you get back.
My stomach did a violent, delicious flip. I bit my lower lip, my fingers quickly typing a response.
Maybe I want to be punished, Daddy.
I quickly hit send and locked the screen, turning the phone face down on the table just as Emily dropped into the chair opposite me. For the past two weeks sinc
