Page 50 of Connectio
“I’m a drummer, Mr B-unt.”
A rash of red climbs Oliver’s neck until it flames his face. “Wow! A plumber and a drummer.” He plasters on a smile for the kids. “Aren’t you lucky to learn from such a professional.”
Will tosses Oliver a drumstick. “Would you like to learn too?”
Oliver tosses it back. “No, thanks.”
Will shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” He goes to leave but stops at the door. “Oh, and, Ms Hanson, don’t forget about the chocolate fundraiser we have to hand out to the kids before they go home. You might want to finish up ‘learning’ percussion a bit earlier.”
I slap my hand to my head. “Yes! I did forget about that. Right, quickly and quietly, everyone, please put your instruments back where you got them from and form a line at the door.”
The kids move about the room, packing up while Will places the drumsticks back on top of the snare.
“Thank you, again,” I say.
“Again, no sweat.”
I sigh. “You were right.”
“’Bout what?”
“You did do better.” Clapping my hands, I address the kids. “Form two lines and head back to class. I’ll be right behind you.”
They begin filing out through the door, which is when I turn to Will, who begins to leave as well.
“Will?”
He stops. “Yeah.”
“Listen, about earlier, I just want to apologise for calling you rude, lewd, and—”
“Crude?”
My cheeks heat. “Yeah. I didn’t mean it.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, you did.”
“Well, fine, I did. But I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t.”
I sigh, relieved. “Oh, good.”
“Because I know I’m not those things.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I cock an eyebrow. “Well, you are… a bit.”
“Elizabeth”— he touches my cheek—“I’m not who you think I am.”
“And who do I think you are?”
“Apparently, someone who just wants inside your pants.”
“So you don’t want that?”
“Of course I do.”
I scoff. “I rest my case.”
Pivoting, I go to leave, when he grabs my hand and pulls me to him, his eyes searching mine, his voice low and… sincere. “I’m not going to apologise for wanting to bury myself deep between your legs.” He glances at my lips, and said legs nearly buckle. “But I want inside your head first, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll want inside my head… and pants too.”
