48
OLIVIA
I lookup from my book.
“What’s another term or, like, word fordramatic irony?”
I wait for my roommate’s answer, but Ava is not listening; she has her headphones in and her eyes closed. Listening to music when we’re meant to be studying here in the college library.
I wave my hand in front of her face.
“Hey,Ava.”
Her eyes blink open, and she takes the headphones out of her ears.
“Yep?”
“What are you listening to?” I ask her. “You seem engrossed.”
“The band Ravaged,” she replies. “I love them.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve listened to them a bit on some of my runs,” I say. “I like them.”
“They’re actually from Crystal River,” Ava remarks. “Did you know that?”
“What, from here? This town?”
“Yep. Same high school as me and everything.”
“That’s so cool,” I reply.
On the library table in front of me, my phone vibrates with a message. The name that pops up makes me quickly snatch the phone away from the table before Ava can spot it.
Professor Penmayne.
I shouldn’t be worried about Ava discovering my little secret - she’s already back on her phone playing with her playlist.
Feeling safe enough to do so, I glance down at the message.
I’ve been having some dirty thoughts about you, Miss Weldon. Want to hear what they are?
Oh.
Damn.
This can’t be happening. Surely.
I take in a sharp breath.
And then I type.
I’m all ears, professor.
I really shouldn’t replyto my professor’s enticing message, especially not in this library. It’s so naughty.
But I am turned thehellon by his little message. I adjust myself in my seat. My panties are soaked right now.
I’ve been fantasizing about you in your gym clothes, all hot and sweaty. I picture you standing in front of me, wearing those. Do you want to find out what I do next in this dream?