Violet's POV

I reached for the notebook with unsteady fingers and found the next entry. The handwriting was messier here, the ink darker where I'd pressed too hard the night I wrote it.

I started reading out loud, my voice hoarse.

"I keep thinking about what would happen if you ever caught me. If you walked over while I was touching myself under the desk and just… took over. I imagine you pulling my chair back without a word. Making me stand. Checking how wet I am with two fingers and then making me taste it. I wrote that I wanted you to do it in the middle of the...