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I took her down the hallway, helping her into bed. I pulled her shoes off, and just as I was about to ask if she needed help getting dressed, she was out. Her chest rose and fell softly, and she looked peaceful.

I turned the light off and slipped back into the hall. I leaned against the door and sighed heavily.

My heart hurt at all the information she told me. I hadn't realized how much she'd been carrying alone.

Chapter 13 - April

I tried to adjust myself in my chair, but nothing seemed to help with the throbbing in my clit. I felt like I was fifteen again, unable to calm my damn hormones even though I masturbated. It was bad, and it came with a vengeance this time.

I looked back at the paperwork in front of me, trying to stay focused. It was hard, though. The silence gave my mind plenty of room to travel to last night and the night we slept together. We hadn't done anything last night, but I loved the way Weslie helped me up the stairs and how he was so gentle with me.

My mind went to the night we slept together. I kept hearing Weslie softly, grunting with each thrust, and how his lips traveled over my body.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, rubbing my eyes. This was bad. This was so damn bad. I couldn't have him occupying my mind like this.

I figured if we did it once, I would be able to move on, but my mind continued to replay that night over and over in my head. And I wanted him more. The need had grown from a small fire to a blazing one ready to ignore an entire house.

I leaned back, looking away from the paper, when a thought hit me. This was a new feeling for me. I had never had a want for sex like this when I was with Ivan. Sure, we slept together, but it was never like this. I didn't feel the urge to seek him out and jump his bones.

It took me a lot of self-control to calm down when Weslie walked into the kitchen this morning. I found myself staring at him more, imagining all the things I would love for him to do tome. It was a good thing I had work. I might have asked. I might have done something.

Jesus, April. Get your head out of the gutter. You're at work.

I glanced at the time, seeing it was close to lunch, I had accomplished nothing. I needed to get my head on straight, but I needed to get moving around first. A walk around the school would help with that. Some fresh air, and when I got back to my desk, I would focus.

I got up and knocked on Rebecca's door. I pulled it open, finding her staring at some papers. Her eyes snapped up at me, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm going to go stretch my legs. Do you need anything? It's about lunchtime."

Rebecca shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I have to get through this budget report. Oh wait, are you going to stop by the teacher's lounge? I could use some snacks. I get the munchies when I work."

"I can grab something out of the vending machine on my way back. I'm gonna walk around and stretch my legs a little."

She shook her head. "No, it's Willow's birthday. They should have cupcakes. Just snag me one."

I waved her goodbye and headed out of the office into the hallway. The hallways were quiet, but you could hear the teachers talking even through all the shut doors.

I roamed, trying to keep my mind on other things. I tried to make a to-do list for when I got back: We have a meeting coming up, and I need to print the details. I need to move on to the budget for next year, which Rebecca wanted me to look over.The calendar needed a little updating since some of the teachers needed substitutes.

I walked down another hallway, finding the science wing of the high school. I could take the door outside and round the school. I continued down the hall until I could smell smoke. I paused, turned around, and scanned the space once more. I continued to sniff as I retraced my steps.

I knew it was pretty common in the science wing to smell different scents. The first day, Rebecca brought me down this hallway. It smelled of chemicals, and she explained that some of the classes were doing chemistry today.

But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I knew something wasn't right. It was too strong of a scent to be nothing to be concerned about.

I paused in front of the door and peered into the classroom. I could see some students sitting at a desk, but I couldn't see a teacher. I grabbed the door and turned it, pulling it open.

The space that had been whispering went utterly silent. I scanned the room and frowned. "Where is your teacher?" I asked, not spotting one.

Before anyone answered, a large flame jumped up in the corner where a group of boys were sitting. They all stumbled backward out of their chairs as something on the table bloomed with flames.

The class erupted in screams, and the boys moved quickly, rushing towards the door. I quickly scanned the room for a fire extinguisher but could not find one.

"What do we do?" one of the kids asked.

"Everyone out," I yelled, pointing to the hallway. "And pull the fire alarm."

The students moved, rushing out of the room. I quickly found the fire extinguisher and hurried over to the glass door. I yanked it open, pulling it free.

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