Rosie
The lecture hall was quiet, but the air felt charged with electricity. Professor Ashton walked down the aisles, his footsteps firm and steady. He was handing out the assessment booklets for the surprise test. I sat in the middle of the crowd, trying to hide behind the student in front of me. My heart was still racing from what happened in his office. My skin felt tight, and the absence of my panties made every movement feel dangerously cold.
Professor Ashton stopped in the middle of the room. He looked around, his eyes sharp.
"I want space," he announced. "I don't want anyone jammed together. Cheating will not be tolerated."
He pointed at four different students, assigning them new seats across the room. Then his finger moved. It pointed directly at me.
"Miss Rosie. Move to the
