“What?” Mr. Bennett didn’t sound convinced.

“Ask her! She’s an erotica writer!” He argued.

“Pornography and erotica are very different things Mr. McKenna. Get your facts right before you speak.” The remark threw me off guard, but I was more surprised at my defender. Dylan Thompson.

Was this really his plan? Or did he want me not to suspect him? It has to be the later.

“But it’s still all about sex! Who cares what genre…?”

“Enough!” I’d had enough. I tried to stand up, felt Ethan and Nick tugging me up with them. “So what if I write erotica? When everyone here isn’t ashamed to read them then why...