CHAPTER 3
MIAThe next week, in the grad lounge room—which seemed like everyone’s own personal hell—I sat at my desk with a highlighter in one hand and a bunch of papers scattered in front of me. The day was almost over, and there were only a few grad students left here.
I helped around Dr. Xiao’s cognitive lab sometimes, but most of my work so far had been research for my dissertation, which really meant sitting at a desk for hours, sorting through a bunch of research articles and daydreaming about Michael’s hand around my neck as he pounded into me from behind.
His fingers digging into my hips. His c**k pumping in and out of me. His—
“Mia?” Cam whistled from across the nearly empty room and cracked a smirk when I looked up at him. “Daydreaming again?”
My cheeks flushed, and I shook m
