I still didn’t understand how I’d slept.
Normally an unfinished orgasm kept me awake for hours, restless and angry at my own body. Last night should have been worse. He’d stopped me in class, then stopped me again in my room. The ache had been sharp when I locked the door. Somehow I’d still closed my eyes and stayed under until morning.
The test was the first thing I remembered when I woke.
The substitute had set it for today before Professor Kane came back. I checked the time. Less than an hour. There was no point opening a textbook now. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled a small piece of paper from my bag, and started writing the formulas I knew I’d need. I’d done this since high school. At my last college, before the transfer, I’d never been caught. I wasn’t worried about getting c
