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If the smell of her arousal doesn’t get softer, the rest of this detention is going to be hell.

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Constance

Ilicked his fingers.

I fucking licked his fingers.

And he groaned.

I’m so fucking mortified.

Why did I agree to him feeding me in the first place? What went through my mind at that moment?

I have no idea. I don’t even think that I was thinking at that moment.

And now I feel myself throbbing with the need to be filled.

But it’s not because of him. It can’t be because of him.

It’s just that I’ve had no one in so long.

It has nothing to do with the gorgeous specimen of a male currently lounging in the middle of my classroom with a huge hard-on.

Yes, because I didn’t miss that.

I’m not the only one who has been affected by what just happened, even if I had to be the bigger person and put some distance between us.

Fuck. This is awkward.

I take a bite of the raspberry pie. It’s not even my favorite of the two. I liked the lime one better, but it was the first I grabbed before running away, and now this is the only one I have.

It’s good, I won’t lie—that’s why I hesitated—but I don’t even feel like eating it anymore.

All I can think about is his fingers in my mouth and the way I wanted to lick them clean. If he hadn’t groaned, I probably would have sucked on them.

Which would have been a bigger mess than it currently is.

I want to go hide in a hole and never have to cast my eyes in his direction.

I know I made this more awkward by running away like a thief, but I don’t know how to react to this need I feel inside of me.

This shouldn’t be happening. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I look at the screen of my holo-puter, not even seeing what’s in front of me.

My mind is spinning. I need order. I need to be back to normal.

I’m lost in my mind, and I don’t hear that Louis has moved until it’s too late. He’s standing next to me, but I refuse to look in his direction.

“Look at me,” he says as he cups the side of my cheek.

Fuck. Why do I want to lean into his touch? I should be pushing him away. I should be yelling at him that this is improper, that he’s too young, that I’m his freaking teacher. But maybe I’m too weak, because I don’t want to.

His thumb rubs against my lower lip, and now I want to take it into my mouth.

What is wrong with me?