Sex with him.

Rain’s POV.

“Ahh,” I grunt, gnashing my teeth together as I climb over the ledge again, getting back inside the attic.

My little moment of peace was ruined when Professor Logan showed up. He messed with my senses and had the nerve to say such brutal words.

I shouldn’t feel hurt by what he said but I can’t help it.

What exactly makes me so highly attracted to a man who clearly doesn’t want me?

The professor thinks too highly of himself and I hate it. Yet my body erupts with sparks whenever he's within reach, dammit!

Remembering what he did to me out there? How he made me finger myself, I know another sex with him isn’t going be bad. My body wants it.

If he so much hates the sight of me, why can’t he just stay away?

Thinking that, something tells me the professor likes me. But how do I confirm my theory?

Grumbling, I march my feet on the last ledge and slide into the attic through the window.

I huddle over the floor for some time, thinking about our sinful act back in the woods.