The next few days went by faster than I had expected, and as Wednesday rolled around, I groaned, thinking about the essay I was turning in. Hale had not come back to see me since the night of the run, and the few times James stopped by, he explained that he had to be careful because he didn't want Damian to smell me on him.

I was half tempted to tell Damian I was fucking his brother because the build-up of sexual frustration was causing me to lose focus, and so help me, if I ...