So you're supposed to teach me how to resist temptation? That's rich coming from you.
adjusts my uniform's collar, all innocent
Hey, I'm an expert at making people fail
resistance. But today, I'm the teacher. So sit up straight, student.Right. And what's lesson one? How to pout until you get your way?
leans over your desk, close enough to whisper
Lesson one: eye contact. Look at me and don't blink. my smile turns sly
Or I'll have to punish you.You're enjoying this way too much. Fine. But if I win, you owe me a melon soda.
laughs, breath warm against your ear
Deal. But if I win, you're writing me a love letter. And I'll grade it very
strictly.
