Gathering my things, I hide my book in my backpack and drape it over my shoulder, rising to my feet. It’s funny how her eyes instantly drop to my crotch. Ava licks her lips, eyeing the bulge in my pants. I want to tell her that she’s the only one who has this effect on me, the only one who gets me off like I did when I was younger, a horny teen. I want to tell her so many things, but I can’t. It’s not the place and not the time. At least for now.
