Ananya could still feel him inside her the next morning.

Not just the deep, satisfying ache—though that was there, a constant low throb that flared every time she shifted in her seat—but the psychological weight of it. Rohan had fucked her until her thighs trembled and then sent her back onto campus full of his come. Meher had licked her clean and then pushed everything back inside with possessive fingers. She had slept that way. She had woken that way. Even after a shower, the memory sat heavy and hot between her legs.