By Thursday afternoon, the anticipation had turned into a burning fever.

I dressed deliberately for his 2:00 PM lecture. I wore a tight, low-cut black knit sweater and a pleated plaid skirt that barely covered my hips. I skipped wearing a bra entirely, letting my nipples press sharply against the thin fabric.

When I stepped into the lecture hall, the room was already half-full. Students were chattering, flipping through textbooks, completely oblivious to the war that had broken out in this room forty-eight hours ago.

Travis was standing near his podium, reviewing his notes. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, his head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto...