Page 132 of Forbidden Lessons

Jesus, I came so hard it felt like I was leaving my body.

Even now, just thinking about her, my cock is waking up.

“Sorry, buddy. Time to find you a new plaything…” I stop walking. “What. The. Fuck?”

I’m too high for this shit.

Weed doesn’t make you hallucinate. But this, what I’m seeing? It can’t be real.

Rooke’s Tesla parked outside the GAZ house isn’t out of the ordinary. He sometimes gets involved in social things. It’s the Land Rover that pulls up beside his car that I’m staring at.

Because I swear to fucking God, when the interior light comes on, I swear it’s Haven behind the wheel.

But that’s fucked up, because at the diner she was getting into a shitty sedan from the early nineties held together with duct tape and prayers, not a Land Rover.

Also, she shouldn’t even be here.

I mean, fuck it, I almost strangled her to death.

I’m close enough for her to look over my way and see me, so I flatten myself against the side of the GAZ house, trying to become one with the shadows.

The door opens, and Haven hops out, her mousy brown hair bobbing on her shoulders. It’s wild, like she was rolling around on someone’s bed. And her dress is creased, which just kinda cements the whole fucking scenario in my mind.

I hear the odd word as she walks around the front of the car to speak to someone.

“…driving…keep up…crashed into…”

Professor Rooke appears.

I plow through a row of cute little flowers as I inch along the wall, trying to get closer.

“…make me regret this,” he says.

There’s a fucking bougainvillea in my way, but I part just enough leaves so I can see the two of them through it. Haven is holding out something to Rooke, but he pushes her hand away, closing her fingers over whatever she was offering.

The jolt of fury that hits me is almost physical. I tear out a handful of leaves as my hand clenches.

“Here you are! I thought you’d driven off a cliff.” Melissa bounces down the steps of the GAZ house, and Rooke quickly takes his hand off of Haven’s. She lowers hers a little slower, frowning at him as he turns to Melissa.

I have to force air back into my lungs.

Nuh-uh. I’m way too high for this shit.

That touch was intimate. I couldsee…

Fuck this shit.

I step around the shrub and onto the curb, coming up behind Haven and Rooke. Haven’s the first to spot me, glancing over her shoulder and then giving me a stunned double-take.

“…almost did, but it looked like she got it under control at the last minute,” Bastian’s saying, but Haven’s eyes are locked to mine. “Didn’t you, Miss Lee? Miss Lee?”

She blinks, shaking her head like she’s coming out of a trance. “Y-Yes, Professor, Sir. Um…”

“Hey, Parker, did Ezra get the time wrong or something? I thought we had that meeting now?” I ask as I step up beside them.

Rooke, to his credit, barely flinches when he sees me. But he’s pretty fucking quick to take a step away from Haven, increasing the distance between them.

Ah, teach. Didn’t have to do that on my account. I don’t care who you fuck. You could do better, though.

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