Adam: Can we meet in my office at lunch?
There was a palpable energy between us, and I felt like I would never need to sleep again.
Faith: Lunch date it is.
The alarm went off in my hand and I jumped slightly. Danny frowned as he watched me.
I cleared my throat. “Okay, class.” I double-checked the weather again. “Looks like it’s after-lunch recess in the gym again.”
The class groaned.
“There aren’t swings!” Sophia whined.
“They said we couldn’t play tag!” Harper added.
I listened and nodded. “Sorry, but it’s school policy that if the weather isn’t above twenty, it isn’t safe to send kids out for recess.” I didn’t want kids getting cold and sick, and even though I sent reminders for boots and gloves, some continued to arrive in shorts.
“Okay, let’s do the ‘banana song,’ and then we will line up for lunch.” Some kids protested, but they all stood by their desks and prepared to give the best performance of their lives.
The music started, and little arms and legs flailed about to the song. This would hopefully get us down the hall and to the lunchroom with fewer incidents. The song ended with freestyle dance moves, and they did not disappoint.
“All right, let’s line up.” I glanced at the board. “Caleb is the line leader. Then home lunch and then school lunch.” Kids rushed about the room as I waited. Once in a line, I put up my hands in my quiet coyote shape. “Eyes up here, please. Okay, this time let’s play silent soldiers in the hall.” Some eyes lit up and others fell. “Shoulders up, arms tight to sides.” I opened the door behind me. “Okay, I want to see the best and quietest soldiers you can be.”
We made it to the lunchroom with only a few squabbles, but nothing that needed intervening. I passed the responsibility off to the lunchroom staff. Then I grabbed a Dr Pepper and my chicken salad croissant and headed to Adam’s office.
I tried to keep my pace to walking; I didn’t want to getyelled at for running in the halls. I knocked on Adam’s door and heard him rushing to open it.
His smile was wide as he looked me up and down.
“You know you are really nailing the whole sexy school teacher thing.” He raised his eyebrows and reached for my arm and pulled me inside his office as I giggled, and he closed the door behind me.
“Is this all about some secret fetish?” I rolled my eyes.
He pulled me tight against his chest and leaned down to my ear. “Oh, it’s no secret.” Goosebumps erupted along my arm, and I gave an involuntary shiver.
Adam laughed.
“That’s not fair.” I slapped his firm chest. “You can’t throw your sexy self at me like that and not expect a reaction.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one dressed up as a sexy school teacher.” I chuckled as he led me to the couch that held Danny’s tablet. A basketball game tape was playing on the TV in the corner, and he pulled me onto his lap with my legs on his left side. My lunch was forgotten on the seat beside me.
With my arms draped around his neck, I brought my face to his. I had thought of nothing but recreating our first kiss experience all morning. Could the spark of pure adrenaline and attraction be a fluke?
My lips parted, and his tongue teased me.
Phew, holy Hannah! Not a fluke. I could spend my whole day kissing this man, and never regret a moment. My lips tingled from the contact with his and a shiver ran up my spine.
“Wow.” I sighed.
“I agree.” He sounded as breathless as I felt.
Part of me wanted to be embarrassed at my obvious attraction. But what did it matter if I was open about his kissing? He knew I was head over heels for him. Besides, I had lived my life with secrets for too long.
“I missed you.” Adam kissed down the length of my neck.
“We talked last night.” The trail of kisses was both hot and cold.
His mouth curved against my skin. “Talk, yes, but I wanted to hold you.” His hand pressed against my back. “I wanted to taste you.” He kissed my collarbone. “It was torture.”
