Ms. Harper’s breath fluttered against Jake’s ear as she shifted, the heat of their bodies still mingling in the stale classroom air. She could feel the rapid thrum of his heart against her chest, the way his bound wrists flexed faintly behind his back.

A smile curled her lips—she wasn’t done yet. She reached into the satchel slung over the back of her chair and pulled out a soft, black silk blindfold. The fabric whispered as she unfolded it, the scent of lavender faintly clinging to it from earlier days.