I deflate slightly, but then she continues.
“How about one of the smaller seminar rooms? The ones with locks?”
My brain short-circuits. “That's... that's much more like you.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That's a hell yes. It's so late, nobody's around anyway.” I grab her hand, already pulling her toward the hallway. “Room 3C. I had a presentation there last week, I know it's empty.”
We're trying to be quiet but we keep giggling, especially when we have to duck past the main corridor where a security guard is doing rounds. Piper pulls me into an alcove, pressed against me until he passes, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.
“This is insane,” she whispers against my neck.
“Want to stop?”
“Absolutely not.”
We practically run the last few yards to the seminar room. I fumble with the handle—thank God it's unlocked—and we tumble inside. The room is small, intimate, with a presentation table at the front and whiteboards covering two walls. Moonlight streams through the windows, casting everything in silver.
I flip the lock, the click sounding impossibly loud in the silence. When I turn back, Piper's leaning against the presentation table, watching me with dark eyes.
“Get on the table,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than intended. “Right now.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Bossy.”
“You love it.”
“Maybe I do.” She hoists herself up onto the table, legs dangling, and beckons me closer with one finger. “Come here.”
I cross the room in two strides, stepping between her knees. She's higher now, almost eye level with me, and when she wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer, I groan.
“Reminder,” she whispers against my jaw, mischievous. “You're still my tutor for one more week.”
I kiss the corner of her smile. “Tonight is strictly supervised study.”
“Supervised by whom?”
“Me. I'm your TA—'Touch Allowed.'“
She snorts, trying not to laugh. “That's so bad.”
“Prescott's After-Hours: Kissing 101, followed by… advanced applications.”
“Curriculum seems… comprehensive.”
“Oh, it is. It's strict too, Miss Renner. Pass or fail.”
“Pass or fail?” She pulls back slightly, eyes sparkling with challenge. “What's the grading rubric?”
“Participation is mandatory.” I slide my hands up her thighs, feeling her shiver. “Points for enthusiasm.”
“How very academic of you.” Her fingers are already working on the buttons of my shirt. “What about extra credit?”
“Definitely available for exceptional performance.”
“Define exceptional.” She gets the last button undone, pushing the fabric off my shoulders.
“Making your tutor forget his own name would qualify.”
