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I don’t think I could be.

There’s just something about Hogan Laekman that makes me feel comfortable.

Comfortable in my own skin, yet comfortable to change skins.

Try new things.

Be…dare I say it?

Adventurous.

Less like the afraid to bleed to death from a scraped knee me and more like the live life before you have no life future me, he first listened to my rambles about.

That Gam Gam kept trying to encourage me to embrace.

Is that bad?

Is it so wrong to wanna have more in my life than grading papers and creating lesson plans and listening to audio books while Noodle uses my distracted nature to try to taste my pasta sauce?

“I love the way you scream my name, Teach.”

An unmistakable thrum shoots between my pajama bottom covered thighs encouraging me to spin on my heels to face him.

His praise.

“I love the way you taste.”

Geeeez…he sounds like an audiobook boyfriend I wanna keep on repeat.

“I love the way you come.” His tongue steals a long, slow lick of his lips. “I love the way you only come for me.”

Thank fuck none of his assignments are inherently sexual in nature or I’d have to worry about orgasming in front of an audience!

Er…wait.

Is that what possibly just happened outside?

Was one of my neighbors watching?!

Could one of my neighbors have been watching?

Granted most are over the age of sixty, so they were likely fast asleep, but still.

They could’ve seen something!

Or everything!

Holymoly, how is it he makes me completely forget to care about any of that whenever he’s around?

That there are consequences to our reckless actions?!

For instance.

Me losing my dream job.

Knowing I need to let him know but also need some clarification is what prompts me to ask, “Is that what this is?” My back rests against the light wood countertop. “Exclusive?”

“Yes.”