the schoolwork."
 
 "So?"
 
 He looked at the closed bedroom door and then
 
 at me. "What?" I demanded.
 
 "I can't look at you in here and not want to kiss
 
 you," he said without hesitation.
 
 For a moment I thought I had lost the power of
 
 speech. I tried to swallow, but couldn't. He shrugged
 
 and stood up.
 
 "Maybe if I let that over with. I can
 
 concentrate," he said in a very matter-of-fact tone of
 
 voice: then he casually stepped over to the bed and
 
 leaned down to take my shoulders in his hands and
 
 bring his lips to mine. I was too shocked even to utter a note of resistence. It was a long, warm kiss. When
 
 his lips left mine, my eyes were still closed. As soon as I opened them, he kissed me again.
 
 Then he stepped back as I caught my breath. "Okay," he said. "I feel better," He walked back
 
 to his seat, looked at his papers and turned to me. "I
 
 missed the end of the last question, number ten." He lifted his pen, and waited.
 
 "Number ten?" he repeated.
 
 I guess I looked like I was in a state of shock.
 
 "What? Oh, ves, that was about Macbeth. "
 
 I flipped through the pages of notes while he
 
 waited. Every time I glanced at him, he had that soft,
 
 happy smile on his lips. Finally. I found the question
 
 and repeated it. He nodded and turned back to the
 
 paper.
 
 I felt my cheeks because it seemed to me they
 
 were on fire.
 
 Then I quickly buttoned my blouse and finally
 
 managed to swallow and take a deep breath. After he left. I stayed up as long as I could to