Me: I’m just shocked you’ve gone spoiler-free. My feed has been nothing but spoilers since the finale aired on New Year’s Eve.
Me: I’m actually kind of tempted to spoil it for you right now.
Lila: That would be a fantastic way to miss out on a first date.
Me: Hmm. True.
Lila: Don’t I get points for having good taste in television shows?
Me: I guess. It depends on what you think of the finale.
Lila: I’m two episodes away, so I’ll update you when I see it.
Lila: But I’m loving the season so far. Especially Will’s transformation. That boy grew up this season and became a hunk!
Me: Yeah, but he’s gay.
Lila: Homophobia? Now there’s a red flag.
Me: No! I’m not being homophobic. I’m just pointing out that you two aren’t exactly compatible.
Lila: My newfound crush on Will Byers knows no bounds. Besides, I doubt you’ve never had a crush on a lesbian character.
Me: True. As a teenager I was madly in love with Willow from Buffy.
Lila: Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Your profile says you’re 27, not 47.
Me: My older brother had the DVD box set.
Me: Here’s an idea. We should watch the Stranger Things finale as a date.
Lila: So you can spend the whole time watching my reaction?
Me: Yes. Exactly. I need to make sure you appreciate all the right parts properly.
Lila: Tempting. How about we do dinner first before deciding whether to go back to my place?
Me: I could be talked into that ;-)
The texts got more scandalous after that: I sent a photo of myself shirtless in the mirror, and Lila replied with a selfie of herself wearing nothing but a bra and lacy panties. Brock leaned in close to get a better look, so I quickly yanked my phone away.
“Damn,” Brock said. “You two really hit it off.”
“Right?”
The girl sitting in front of us turned around and glared. I whispered an apology, and then we were silent while Lila—I meanProfessor Carrington—went through the lecture.
But I couldn’t pay attention to what she was saying. Not while she was wearing that pencil skirt which hugged her hips and made her ass lookso fucking good…
By the end of class, I hadn’t absorbed a single word from the lecture itself. As the rest of the students filed out of class, I walked up the steps to the lecture stage.
When I realized Brock was right behind me, I turned and said, “What are you doing?”
“Sorry, buddy, but I’m not going to miss this.”
I turned back and saw that she was staring at me. Something gripped my heart and squeezed. It was tough to tell from my seat, but up close she had the most gorgeous eyes, with long eyelashes and cheekbones that could cut steel. Not to mention the full lips that were begging to be kissed.
She’s so much hotter than in her photos.
