I huff out a laugh. "You're unbelievable."
Her cheeks get rosy and I grin, leaning back again her door.
I shouldn't enjoy that reaction. I do.
"Now." I trail off until those hazel eyes land back on me. "Did you do the homework?"
She pauses, eyes anywhere but on me.
A chuckle exits my lips. "Well, that pause tells me everything."
"I was busy," she says quickly.
"Busy reading?" I ask.
"...Yes."
I hum. "Reading that book?"
She doesn't answer. If she read that part I got up to-
I shake my head.
"I got to say, I'm very disappointed. I set homework and you are flunking-"
She glares up at me. "You're not my teacher."
"No," I agree. "But I am extremely disappointed."
Her lips twitch. "You'll survive."
"Questionable." I sigh. She's staring up at me, silence hanging between us and I clear my throat, moving from her door to the desk, leaning back on it and crossing my ankles.
"Tonight," I say, changing gears, "you try again."
"With the homework?"
"With the homework," I confirm. "And less reading for leisure. More...pleasure." My lips curl around the words, waiting for the reaction I know I'll get from her.
Her cheeks go darker.
I notice. It's the prettiest shade of pink I think I've ever seen.
She groans. "You're awful."
"Precise," I correct.
She studies me, then sighs. "So, is that today's lesson?"
I shouldn't enjoy this as much as I do. I lean forward, capturing her eyes. "No. Flirting."
She snorts. "I know how to flirt."
I raise a brow. "You think you do."
Her spine straightens. "I do."
I don't answer. I just look at her.
