Page 52 of Backfire
“It’s kind of in the job description.” Reese tipped his chin and gave me a pointed look. “I am your teacher.”
I was gonna kill him.
“That’s my point.” Frustration threw my hands up. “Teachers aren’t supposed to kiss students.”
“Students shouldn’t ask their teachers to kiss them,” he shot back.
He had to be kidding. “I didn’t ask you to do shit.”
I may not remember saying Scotty’s name, but I was pretty sure I’d remember asking for something like that.
His next words caught me completely off guard. “You’ve been staring at me all morning.”
“I wasn’t… I mean… ” I wasn’t that obvious, was I? “I wasn’t staring.”
I was observing. There was a difference.
“Yes, you were,” he argued. “You were practically drooling.”
Oh my god. Lord, if you’re up there, please kill me now.
“It’s okay.” He shot me a wink. “You’re not the first girl to get a little chin dribble when I’m around.”
It took everything I had to stop myself from reaching up and wiping my chin. I did not have a dribble. Did I? Suddenly, I was very aware of the way Reese was looking at me. More specifically, the playful tug at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
My face dropped. And now I was just mad again.
I held my hand out and marched forward. “Give me that book.”
“Why?”
“Cause I’m going to hit you with it.”
“So violent.” The smirk on the corner of his mouth spread into a smug grin. “Does going commando have you a little on edge?”
What? How did he…
“You took my underwear?”
The sparkle in his eye was all the answer I needed.
I literally didn’t know what to say. The last person I’d suspect of doing anything like that was Reese. Mind you, I didn’t know the guy at all, other than the fact that he was my teacher, that is.
Oh, there was the whole friends with Devlin thing, which automatically added him to the asshole category. But this… I didn’t get it.
“Don’t look so confused,” Reese said when my mouth opened for the hundredth time. “Stealing panties isn’t the worst thing I’ve done.”
Pretty sure I didn’t want to know the answer to that statement.
“Can I have them back?”
Jeans were not comfortable without some protection, and I only had so many pairs of sweats.
Reese shook his head. “Sorry, no can do.”
“Why not?”
