Chapter 2
Emily’s POV
The classroom buzzed with the usual shuffle of papers and the low murmur of students, but I couldn’t focus. Not on the poem projected on the board, not on the discussion Dr. Lawson……Claire was leading with her usual sharp elegance.
All I could think about was her hand. The way her fingers had moved inside me, slow at first, then deeper, faster, curling until I broke apart in her lap. I pressed my thighs together beneath my desk, trying to will the memory away, but it only grew sharper. I wondered, shamefully, what her mouth would feel like. The thought alone made me warm all over.
“Emily.”
Her voice snapped me back. My head jerked up, and I realized too late the entire class was looking at me. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
“Could you repeat what I just aske
