That night, I didn’t waste time tossing or dreaming, I already knew where my head was. Chloe. Her kiss burned my lips like it branded me, and the thought of her body wrapped around me made the hours crawl until daylight.
The next morning, I walked into class with a calm face but a storm inside. Rosy’s seat sat empty no surprise after what I’d done to her yesterday. She wasn’t the type to recover quickly. Fine by me.
At exactly 9:30, Chloe raised her hand in class, voice smooth and confident as she asked the teacher for an excuse. He gave it without hesitation, probably already wrapped around her finger.
She stood, her skirt swaying as she slid out of the room. A minute later, I did the same, mumbling something about the restroom. He waved me off.
I knew exactly where I was going.
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