Chapter 2: Lingering TouchesRiley barely slept, every time she closed her eyes, she felt Professor Voss’s Elena’s mouth on hers, the firm press of her thigh, the way her breath had trembled. By morning her body still hummed with unresolved need. She skipped her usual coffee run and went straight to campus, nerves buzzing.The next lecture was torture, Elena stood at the front in a fitted navy dress that stopped just above the knee, voice calm and professional as she dissected a poem about repressed desire. Her eyes kept finding Riley’s. Each glance lingered a second too long.Riley sat in the third row again, legs crossed tight. Every time Elena walked past her aisle to gesture at the board, the faint trace of vanilla lingered. Riley’s nipples tightened under her hoodie. She scribbled notes furiously, but half of them were just repeated phrases: *her mouth, her hands, what if*.After class, students trickled out. Riley stayed, pretending to reread her notes.“Bunnett,” Elena said, st
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