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?