Chapter 65. Would He Fall?

Ava

The building was practically deserted, halls dimmed to emergency lighting, the emergency faculty meeting still dragging on somewhere down the corridor.

I knew Lang’s office would be empty, the door unlocked, he was too disciplined to ever forget protocol, even in chaos.

I slipped inside, shut the door behind me, and didn’t bother with the light switch. The glow from the parking lot lamps striped the room through half-l open blinds, enough to see the neat stacks of papers, the closed laptop, the faint outline of his chair.

I felt electric. Untouchable. High on everything I’d done today and everything I still wanted to do.

I dropped my backpack, kicked off my shoes, and hopped up onto his desk right on top of his tidy lesson plans and color coded folders. Papers rustled under my thighs.

Then I leaned back on my elbows, spread my knees wide, and let the hoodie ride up to my waist. Nothing underneath. Just me, already slick and swollen from