“I-I…oh, yes, of course. I’ll see you around, Monty.”
I have no reaction to the way he says my name, not like I did with Robbie.
My phone buzzes in my hand as I walk back into my classroom, and I almost fall down in surprise.
Python:You’re not stupid and that wasn’t embarrassing. I said it first so if there’s anyone who should be embarrassed (and there’s not), it’s me.
Python:I don’t want to say goodbye just yet. I’d kind of like to talk to you some more, if you’ll let me.
Me:You want to…talk to me? Seriously? After all that?
Python:If we’re being perfectly honest here, I want to do much more than just talk to you, Monty.
Me:Oh.
Python:Yeah, OH. I want to taste those sweet lips of yours again, want to wrap my hands in your long, red hair, and I don’t want to stop there.
Me:I don’t think I’d want you to stop there either.
What?No, no, no, no.Stop it, Monty!
Me:But you should. I’m at work right now and I can’t be doing…THIS while I’m at work.
Python:So? I’m at work too.
Me:Yes, but do you work with a bunch of children?
Python:Actually, yes, though they aren’t here right now.
Python:I’ll stop.
Python:But Monty? The moment the clock strikes 5, it’s on.
Heat charges to the apex of my thighs and I squirm.It’s on.
Who the hell says things like that to a stranger?
Well, I mean…I did let him do certain things to me, so I guess we’re not complete strangers now.
But still.
Me:Change the subject, Robbie.
Python:Why’d you leave me your number if you thought I’d never use it?
Python:Or were you HOPING I’d never use it? Did you give me your number as a pity thing?
Python:Do you think I’m a bad kisser, Monty? Because I don’t think that’s the case, not with the way you… Oh, wait, I promised I’d stop.
Me:I am blushing so hard because now I can’t stop thinking about you kissing me.
Me:No, I didn’t give you my number as a pity thing. If that were the case, I would have given you a fake number.
Python:So why were you surprised I contacted you?
Me:Because I just left you there after…
Python:After what? And, please, be specific.