I walked to class on unsteady legs.
Every step made the ache between my thighs worse. I kept my bag strap tight in one hand and focused on the path in front of me so I wouldn’t stop. One quiet corner. One minute with my hand under my skirt. That was all it would take to take the edge off. I didn’t do it. I didn’t trust myself to stop once I started.
The morning lecture passed without me hearing most of it. The professor’s voice stayed in the background while my mind stayed on the car. On Julian’s hands on the wheel. On the low way he’d described what he would do to me if I agreed. I shifted in my seat twice and immediately regretted it. The friction only made it sharper.
Maths was next.
Julian walked in the same way he always did. Cold. Controlled. The room quieted faster than it did f
