His hand rested firmly on my lower back, keeping me bent over the desk. Papers crinkled under my palms. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, close enough that his breath brushed the back of my neck.
“We’re going to talk about your grade,” Professor Kane said, voice low and rough now. “But first, I need you to understand exactly what extra credit with me really means.”
My heart hammered against the wooden desk. “Professor… I don’t know if…”
“Shh.” His fingers traced slowly up my spine, sending shivers through me. “You’ve been such a good girl in my class, Lila. Always watching me. Always trying so hard. Those other girls don’t see how special you are. But I do.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to stand up and leave. This was wrong. He was my professor. But the way he spoke,
