2Eli’s POV
I knew I was in trouble the second I got my paper back.
She handed them out at the end of class, her face unreadable and lips tight like she didn’t want to give anything away. Everyone else started packing up, checking grades, whispering to each other. I just sat there, staring at the top of my paper.
B+
Better than last time. But that’s not what stopped me. It was the comment.
Right under the grade, in red ink, she wrote, “Dig deeper. I know you can go further.”
I read it twice. Then a third time.
Maybe it was innocent. Maybe it was just feedback. But it didn’t feel that way. Not coming from her. Not after the way she’d looked at me in her office. Not after what I’d imagined later that night, jerking off in the dark like some desperate teenager.
I stayed in my seat even
