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Olivia's face is glued to her notes when Cory strolls in with that sly half-smirk. 'You'll pass,' she says, but Olivia's already spiraling. Every 'what if I blank' tumbles out faster than the last, and suddenly the theory-heavy study sessions feel useless next to the hands-on terror still waiting. Olivia blurts the wild idea before she loses her nerve. Cory, eyebrow cocked, just stares for a second, then sighs, realizing Olivia means every desperate word. 'Fine,' she finally says. 'We do this once, you stay focused, and no do-overs.' Clothes hit the floor while Cory keeps a casual, guiding grip, whispering exactly what she wants next like it's no big deal, but there's nothing distracted about the way her body moves over Olivia's.