Okay, I need to hear more about this.
I’ll have to send you the details in an email. It’s too much to text. Though he’d probably be ecstatic to tell you in person.
That’s a great idea. I’ll find him on campus tomorrow.
Of course you will. That’s why Becca and I call you Mr. Big Heart.
Really?
No. It’s still Mr. Good Butt.
I’ll take what I can get. When do I get to meet this Becca you’re always hanging out with?
Why? Jealous?
Should I be?
Nah. My undying love for her is purely platonic. We didn’t work as partners. We’re much better as best friends.
Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.
Are you always so understanding?
99% of the time.
Becca gasped and hit pause on the remote. “Are you texting during the movie?”
Spencer stuck out her tongue. “I wanted to fill Brett in on the day, that’s all.”
She giggled. “Oh, you are so gone for this guy. Absolutely head-over-heels for Professor Filthy Mouth.”
She raised an eyebrow at Becca. “So what if I am?”
“So nothing! I think it’s fantastic and romantic and amazing. Brett and Spencer, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S—you’re gonna push me off the couch if I keep singing, aren't you?” She snapped her mouth shut.
Spencer shoved her friend on the shoulder. “You know me so well, Becca. But what if Brett doesn’t feel the same way?”
“That’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t be risking his job for a one-night stand. And he wouldn’t be texting you at all hours of the day and night, writing long emails, and”—she cleared her throat—“pleasingyou on his knees in his office.”
“I guess that’s true,” Spencer mused.
“Hey.” Becca placed a hand on her arm. “If you’re unsure, just ask. But I think it’s more than obvious at this point.”
Spencer picked up her phone, and Becca hit play, resuming their slasher movie.
So it’s almost the end of the term…
I’ve never been so excited for a school year to end before.
Because of me?
Because of you.
Are you falling for me, Professor?
I’m past falling. I’m mangled and flattened on the ground for you.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a perfect sentiment.