Chapter 165 Extra Credit Ch6

• She knows it’s wrong. Knows this isn’t what midterms are for. Knows that the locked door behind her means nothing when his hand is fisted in her hair, dragging her to the front of his desk like she’s his final paper — to be marked up, used, devoured.
• He pushes her to her knees. Carpet burns her bare thighs. The lecture hall is empty, lights off except for the glow of the projector — a single word flickering on the screen behind him: FINAL EXAM.
• She laughs. He doesn’t.