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Seeing him grin convinces me to do the same. “Eat.”

“Yeah.”

“Sushi?”

“Never had it.”

“Fresh catch?”

“What’s that?”

“Fresh from the water, cooked right on the boat or dock.”

“Ohhhh…yeah…that’s…a…no.”

“Would you try it?” A mischievous beam bursts onto his expression. “Would future you?”

He could probably ask me to wrap myself in a kale bikini and the only question I would ask would be his place or mine.

I opt in to nodding versus speaking to prevent my lips from betraying me with unsolicited additional information.

“What about watching the sunset by the water? Ever done that?”

Shaking my head swiftly occurs.

“Would future you?”

A hasteful nod is next.

“What about…” his proximity slowly continues to erase the minor gap between us, “sex under the stars? Would future you do that?”

My mouth moves to answer yet no sound escapes.

Doesn’t need to.

He already has the answer.

Me on the hook.

He’s simply toying with me.

And I wish I hated it.

“Scream into the night sky?”

Whimpering poorly hides behind my pressed together lips.

“Possibility get caught by complete strangers?”

Against my own volition my thighs drift together, mindlessly attempting to taper back the building heat.

“Would future you ever fuck a student?”

There isn’t time to process the question before his open palm lands on my leg.

Pulls a small gasp out of me.

“Would future you…” his fingers slyly slink the fabric of my loose skirt upward at the same time his hot breath knocks itself against the shell of my ear, “let a student finger fuck her?”