The texts started late that same night.
Reece: Your essay needs more depth on repressed desire. Expand it.
Me: Like how I want something I shouldn’t have?
Reece: Exactly. Be honest in your writing, Kai.
Me: I’m being honest right now. I’m hard again just thinking about your hands.
The reply took a minute, but when it came, my heart slammed against my ribs.
Reece: I’ve been hard since you left my classroom. Watching you sit there, legs spread a little under the desk… it’s distracting as hell.
From there, everything changed.
We texted for hours. He told me he jerked off in his car after I left, thinking about my mouth. I told him I’d been fantasizing about his tongue on me for weeks. By 2 a.m. I was naked on my bed, stroking myself slowly while reading his messages.
Reece: I want to
