It’s only when I’ve unlocked and opened the door that I dare touch her again.
I brush the backs of my knuckles along her cheek.
“Only good dreams tonight, starfire.”
Fifteen
Ky
Only good dreams tonight, starfire.
I bite the inside of my cheek, hiding my smile.
Mostly because I need to focus.
I’ve thought of those words far too many times over the last few days.
And they never fail to make me feel…
Warm.
Okay, hot really.
Remembering the taste of Colt’s mouth, the feel of his body against mine.
The rasp of his voice.
How he’d held himself so carefully still and let me take the lead.
And the need that had coiled itself so tautly in my belly when he brought my hand to his?—
Laughter ricochets through my classroom and I jerk myself sharply into focus.
It’s a half day before a long holiday weekend and the kids are nuts.
They don’t want to be here and…frankly, neither do I.
Because the team arrived back in town this morning.
More laughter, followed by a strong “Shh!”
Now I smother a grin.
Most of us don’t want to be here…with the exception of Adrian.
Today is his first day back and he’s his typical bright, lovely self. I just want to hug him close and tell him how glad I am that he’s here.
But I already did that once.
He’s an eleven-year-old boy. He barely tolerated the first round of my fussing.
He certainly won’t accept another.
So, I’d better get my shit together.
“Who loves fat cats?” I call over the laughter.
“We love fat cats!” the class calls back.
