The heat on my skin as we leave the lecture hall isn’t from embarrassment. It’s sheer want. I start to the door, but he grabs my hand, walking straight past Winston, who never stops teaching, to a door behind the lectern. The professor’s office. “In here?” I ask, my voice a squeak as he shuts the door. “They’ll hear.” “Good, they’ll spread the word that the Princess is getting her needs met.”
