TESSA.

“Tessa Brennan.”

The professor said my name at the door like he already knew I had not done the reading. I walked in with Reed’s handprint still under my skirt and his come cooling on my thigh. The backpack had never come off. My notes were a crushed brick against my spine.

I sat in the back.

I did not open the bag.

My phone lit up in my lap before he finished the rest of the roster.

Reed: you walked like it. sit still.

I crossed my legs and felt him leak. I uncrossed them. Worse. The girl in front of me turned around once, frowned at my...