She was distraught, but too stubborn to believe him. Her dress slipped to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. She should have cared. Should’ve run from the gaze of her professor. But instead, she grabbed his hand and yanked him into the bathroom with her, turned her back to the mirror, grabbed a toothbrush like a sword, and pointed at the middle of her back using the handle. Ridiculous—but deadly serious.

Kain stood there, completely dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether to laugh or just let her keep going.

“Look,” she said, as if giving him a guided tour. Her arm twisted awkwardly, shoulder contorted, neck...