EMMA’s POV:
“I’m Mr. Hayes and this AP Studio Art. As many of you already know, you’ll be required to submit an art portfolio for the AP exam…”
The Bar Guy— I mean, Mr. Hayes, was explaining things about the portfolio we needed to prepare at the end of the school year. Very important stuff. But I couldn’t seem to concentrate. Every time I looked at him, I saw glimpses of that night.
How gorgeous he looked as he pinned me against the wall. I was arching my back and I exposed myself to him, shamelessly. How I wanted to feel that feeling again. I wanted to feel full like when his fingers were inside me. He was taking his sweet time, purposefully teasing and torturing me. He would let his tip enter me, but only a little bit, before pulling away. I was squirming in agony and hunger
