Chapter 1
Lila’s POV.
I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my tight jeans, the stack of accounting spreadsheets feeling heavier than they should in the dim, dusty hallway of the old engineering wing.
Campus was dead this late at night, nothing but the low buzz of old lights and the occasional groan of the building settling in around me like it was alive and watching.
My group project was due soon and the main printer had crapped out again so I kept pushing forward hunting for any machine that still worked, my thighs rubbing together with every step and already feeling that familiar warm slickness starting to build between them.
The air down here felt thicker, warmer, pressing against my skin and making my blouse stick to the heavy weight of my t**s, my n*****s already stiff and
