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A strange sense of panic coalesces in my chest.

I don’t want to lose this. Am I crazy for liking it?

Hesitantly, I raise my hand.

Mr. Bellamy lowers the pen he is holding from the whiteboard. “Yes, Miss Gray?”

All eyes turn my way.

“I need to use the restroom.”

“Can’t it wait?”

Fighting, I shake my head. “I really need to go to the restroom, sir.”

He pins me with a stare. “Fine, you have five minutes. Hurry up.”

I rise quickly from my chair and weave my way through the desks and hurry out the door.

The nearest girls’ restroom is just along the hallway. I push the door open, relieved to find it empty. The first stall is free, and I slip into it then lock the door.

I lick my lips, standing there, torn between discomfort and the urge to follow through. It’s naughty. Something a good girl wouldn’t do. Yet the writer of the dares calls me a good girl whenever I complete a challenge.

The thought of not wearing panties brings a new rush of forbidden excitement over me, and my nipples harden in the confines of my bra.

I tug up my skirt and bend at the waist easing my panties down my hips. They fall to my knees, cool air washing over my exposed pussy. I let the material pool around my ankles, then step out of them. I’m exposed and vulnerable. The knowledge brings both fear and a buzz of heady adrenaline.

Breath hissing out through my clenched teeth, I scoop the scrap of cotton up. There’s already a telltale wet patch in the crotch as I stuff it in the pocket of my hoodie.

Leaving the restroom, I walk stiffly back into class, praying I’m not about to give everyone a peep show. I keep my hands at my waist, and have to mentally stop myself from smoothing down my skirt. It’s a modest length. No one is going to see anything as long as I don’t bend over too far.

Brad, Miles, Jace, and Eli all glance up at me as I cross the room to my table. My cheeks grow hot, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling like a crazed idiot.

Oh, god, does everyone know?

Trepidation clogging my throat, I retake my seat, keeping my knees firmly together. As the class continues, I can barely concentrate on Mr. Bellamy’s words. All my focus is on trying not to squirm in my seat.

Chapter 32

Eli

I’ve never had a hard-on during a class before. But when Arabella excuses herself and comes back later, cheeks flushed and eyes darting around the room, my dick springs up.

She fucking did it.

She followed my instructions and is sitting a few feet away from me without any panties on under that form-fitting skirt. I want to send her another instruction to test how far I can push her. I want to get out of the room and find somewhere private so I can take care of my dick. Mostly, I want to pull up her skirt and check for myself.

“Mr. Travers?” Mr. Bellamy’s voice jerks my head up. “You seem distracted.”

“Your reading of Shakespeare has made me incredibly horny … sir.” I end the sentence with a smirk as the teacher’s eyes widen.

It takes him a second, but he swallows down his surprise and attempts to glare at me. “This is not the place for that kind of talk.”

I lift one shoulder. “Can’t help it, sir. The way you handle the … prose … is incredible.” I hold his gaze. He shifts from one foot to the other, then spins away, presenting me with his back.

Kellan is shaking beside me, one hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. The rest of the class, apart from Arabella, stare at me. I let my gaze sweep over them and one by one they look away. When I reach Jace, he holds my gaze.

I hike an eyebrow. He drops his eyes.

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