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“Outside working.”
I drag him inside my classroom and shut the door. I’m not taking my chances with anyone on the staff walking by and seeing us together.
“Is this my one-on-one time?” he says with a playful grin as I pull him away from the door. “This is better than I imagined.”
“I think Diane suspects something. She cornered me in the teachers’ lounge a few minutes ago.”
He inches his way closer to me. “She doesn’t suspect anything. How could she?”
I take a step back in an effort to keep a respectable distance between us. “I don’t know. Maybe Krew told her something.”
“This is the first time he’s seen her all day.”
“Or maybe it was one of the parents in my class. There are a lot of rumors flying around about us.”
“Those are just rumors, Meg. No one knows the truth.”
There goes another step. Is his stride bigger than mine? It must be, because he seems to be closing the gap faster than I can get away.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Tyler’s right by me now. I can smell the woodsy scent of his cologne and feel the heat from his body. His cheek skims across the side of my face, and his warm breath tickles my ear.
“What are you doing?” I swallow.
“What I’ve been thinking about doing ever since you drove off on Saturday.”
The easy thing to do would be to pull his mouth down to mine.
That’s the easy thing.
But we can do hard things, so I keep my hands to myself.
“Tyler, we need rules when we’re at school.”
My words are stopped by Tyler’s finger against my mouth. “No more rules.”
His finger slowly brushes over my lips before his hand drops. His blue eyes jump behind me to the window. He’s likely putting two and two together, realizing that the angle of my desk provides a perfect view of him working every day. His eyes fill with pleasure, and he grins.
“That’s a great view you have out your window.”
“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”
He steps away from me, walking closer to the glass. “Well, you really missed out. There was one guy that got drenched with water today.”
“Really?” I raise a shoulder, doing my best to keep my expression masked.
“Yeah, he was so wet, he took off his shirt for a little bit. Right there.” He points outside to the spot in front of my window where the sprinkler box is still open. “If he’d known he had an audience, he might have kept it on.” His smile turns smug. “Or maybe left it off all afternoon.”
My face is even.
My expression is blank.
But there is nothing I can do about the slow pink blush that’s currently creeping up my neck, flaming onto my cheeks.
A blush?
Really?
