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Curiosity cocks an eyebrow.

“If we’re gonna do…” my finger waves between us, “this-”

“We are.”

“Then you can’t take my class anymore.”

Discontent is hard to miss.

“It violates policy-”

“I’m not underage.”

“No, the…one about…me being in a position of power-”

“Pretty sure I’m the one in the position of power,” he purrs at the same time he slides his grip over to cup my ass, “Teach.”

I choke back my moan to chastise just above a whisper, “I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too.”

“Okay, but like I’m serious, serious.”

“Saying it twice makes it sounds less serious, so how serious are you really?”

“Uh…think…um…” my head momentarily bounces side to side, “Nigel getting wrecked and being irreparable.”

“Fuck, alright.” His tone becomes sincere. “I’ll drop your class.”

“I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either, but I want you more.”

Whimpering convinces his mouth to come for mine, and I hate having to pull back. “It also means that…I…might…have to find…a new…place to um…teach for the school year.”

H’s frown is instant. “Why?”

“According to the new dean,” peeling myself out of his hold is done to give myself a bit of air to think clearly, “dating someone of your caliber-”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I reach for the vase to relocate to the island where my half-eaten dinner has gotten cold. “In this instance, someone who openly participates or partakes in illicit or potentially immoral lifestyle choices-”

“You mean being a Misfit.”

“Yes.” Noodle swats at a droopy petal prior to it leaving his vicinity. “If I choose to be with you-”

“You do.”

“Then,” smiling absentmindedly occurs, “that violates Newt Newton Academy’s newest decency clause, which is grounds for immediate termination.”

A sneer of irritation precedes him creating space for the flowers. “How’s that fucking legal?”

I simply shrug.

“And how does this dean fucking know about us?”

“Well…we haven’t exactly been…discrete, H.”