Chapter 3:

The First Make Out

I stared at that text for hours before replying. “I’d love to explore it, Professor. When can we meet?” His answer came quick. “Office. Tonight at 8. Deadline extension discussion.” I spent the day on edge, changing into a low-cut blouse and that same short skirt with nothing underneath. By the time I knocked on his door the campus halls were mostly empty.

“Come in, Mia,” he called. I stepped inside and shut the door. He sat behind his desk, silver hair lit by the lamp, sleeves rolled up showing those strong forearms. “You’re prompt. Sit. Let’s go over this extension you requested.”

I...