Huh. Weird.
I mean, good, but weird.
“It’s … new. So, like, don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“I’d never.”
“Even Bend—I’ll tell him soon.”
“I won’t, but Bender already suspects you two.”
“How do you know?”
He shrugs. “Not like we’re enemies.”
“You bicker with him more than you do your actual boyfriend.”
“Anyway,” he says, cutting me off, “you’re stuck here till Coach is done with me, so keep me company.”
“Want me to help?”
“Not allowed. But maybe you could bend an ear about Huddy, after all?”
I drop onto the bench, wincing at the lingering sting. The scuffed tiles reek of chlorine, but if Shep’s stuck here, then so am I.
“I can do that.”
18
Luke
They sit too fucking close to him, pawing at him, leaning across him. I don’t like it. I’ve survived forty minutes without ripping one of their heads off; that’s long enough. I’m the professor, I can end class whenever I want.
Slamming my pointer on the desk grabs their attention. “Class dismissed. Have your papers ready for me first thing Wednesday morning.”
The members of the hockey gang high-five each other, happy for the early dismissal, including Ace.
“Not you, McKinnon. You’ll be staying after.”
He puts up a minor protest for the benefit of his friends, but ultimately says, “Yes, sir.”
My dick’s already hard.
Ace exchanges a look with the one with the curly dark hair. He wags his eyebrows. Wait a second. What’s going on there?
Hmmm.
“Get down here, McKinnon,” I say once everyone has left, and I’ve inconspicuously shut the door.
Ace smiles, flouncing down the steps.
“Bend over the desk.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“I have a list. It starts with allowing others to touch my property and ends with you telling your friend about us.”
His mouth opens and closes a few times before it settles into a smile. “I love how jealous you are.”
