F O R T Y - N I N E

ELIZABETH.

My breathing quickens, the hand gripping the phone shaking as I continue to gape at the picture.

It was back in his classroom, and you can’t see our faces from this angle, but James is between my thighs, my leg is pressed to his chest, his hand wrapped around my ankle, and his head hanging as he mashed his lips to my leg while I have one hand buried in his hair with my hair covering my face.

I remember this exact moment. And the sound of my moans mixed with his rings in my head as the image replays in my head in the form of a brief tape.

I swallow, my finger wandering messily across the screen and my heart clutching at the realization that someone had seen us. And not only were we caught, but they took a picture too. Who could it be?

"Elizabeth?" I raise my head to James at the call of my name. "Is everything alright?" He asks, and I turn my screen to him without a word.

At first, he stares at it confused, his brows creased, then the second he pieces everything togethe