Wet sins ( A collection of steamy G G stories)

d through tall windows, casting warm golden patterns across the polished wooden floors. The scent of fresh chalk and lavender lingered in the

et authority. She had long since learned how to read her students, the way their gazes flickered when passing notes, the secret smile

door cre

e class as Ava Sinc

black-and-white photo of a girl with wide eyes and full lips, a girl who had spent most

s... s

. Her uniform, a pleated skirt and fitted blazer, crisp and pressed failed to obscure the fullness of her curves. The fabric clung just slightly t

a delicate jawline and sharp cheekbones. Her eyes, a stormy, unreadabl

bout the way the othe

ticed it i

e usual mild interest in a new

there. A small, knowing smile exchang

ag on her shoulder, shifting her weight slightly b

aid smoothly, her voice calm yet commanding. "This is Ava Sinclair. She's joini

d the way her fingers curled slightly agains

duce yourself?" Eleanor

posture. "I'm Ava. I just moved back here after living in Paris for the past

reign in her cadence, not quite an accent, but a

uiet, too quiet. The

kered to a group of

quiet, unshakable arrogance. Victoria, the leader, had a small, amused smirk playing on her lips. Celeste twirled a loc

nued. "I, uh, really like literature. And histo

ngly. "Thank you, Ava.

ning the room fo

tension di

sn't just notic

trying to get a better look. In the way others whispered

f what she had ignited, slid in

ever, was no

St. Lysandra's Academy. Some faded i

va Si

lassroom, and already, she

dn't even

alk in her hand, her mind already brimmin

as about to ge

t from any school she had ever attended before. It wasn't just the elegance of the old, gold covered buildings or the polished wooden f

thought she wa

chtime, sh

quietly picking at her food. Around her, clusters of girls gathered in the

, she felt it, everyon

. A lingering

ause she was new. But the weight

windows, bathed in soft afternoon light. She noticed it.