The college library had swallowed my entire afternoon, textbooks and highlighters scattered across the table like a battlefield. Finals was days away, but three cups of coffee had finally won their war on my bladder. I shoved my notes into my bag, the hallway outside the study room dim and deserted, the overhead lights flickering like they were on their last breath. My skirt swished against my thighs as I hurried toward the nearest bathroom sign, but there was none—just a plain door at the end of the corridor. I pushed it open without thinking.
The air inside hit me first, thicker, laced with the sharp bite of urinal cakes and something muskier, like sweat and skin. I stepped into the furthest stall, locked the door, and hiked my skirt up, peeling my soaked panties down to my knees. The p
