AURELIAN’S POVThe moment the lecturer dismissed us for the short break, I just grabbed my bag and slipped through the classroom door before the crowd could swallow me.The corridor was loud within seconds. Students poured out around me, pushing past each other, already laughing about things that didn’t matter or mattered. The canteen was bright and smelled like reheated meat pies. I bought a cold bottle of water, pressed it against the back of my neck for exactly two seconds before straightening up. Two students sat nearby arguing loudly about a practical assignment. Another group was huddled over someone’s phone. I took a long sip and turned toward the exit. My legs moved steadily, each step deliberate, each step hiding what my body was actually screaming.Everything hurts.And that’s not metaphorically. My inner thighs ached. My lower back throbbed with a dull, persistent heat. And lower, where I had never once been touched before last night, where I had been stretched and fille
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