Chapter 9 MY WEEKEND SEX DEAL WITH PROF VALE 1.

Rowan's pov

The lecture hall cleared in a slow shuffle of zippers and footsteps. I stayed in my seat, paper crushed in my fist until the edges tore. Red ink slashed across the top: 58. Fail. My knuckles blanched white around the crumpled sheet. Every citation was correct, every argument tight. This...

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