LUCIA

I couldn’t sleep. Every movement I made sent shivers through me, every brush of the sheets against my thighs reminding me of what had happened in the classroom.

The memory of his touch, of that teasing, skillful finger, burned in my mind. My panties were damp again, my body aching in ways I didn’t even know names for. I hugged my pillow, curling up, but even the soft cotton couldn’t soothe the fire that burned inside me.

I replayed his words over and over: “You’ve been ...