Sophia's POV
I walked into Professor Sinclair's class with my body still aching from what had happened in his office every movement sent a dull throb between my thighs, a constant reminder of his c**k inside me his c*m still deep inside me.
Ashley was already there saving me a seat near the back.
She waved me over.
"Sophia! There you are." She smiled as I slid into the seat beside her. "What happened? What did you do?”
"Family thing," I said with my voice flat.
"Oh?" Ashley studied me her eyes narrowing. "Are you sure?”
"Yes."
She didn't look convinced cause she looked at me really well her gaze sweeping over my face, my hair my clothes.
Her eyes lingered on tangled mess of my hair, the way my shirt was slightly wrinkled.
"Sophia," she said slowly, "you look like—"
I cut her
