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“Sexy. Hot. You need your own calendar,” I said with only minimal hyperbole.

“Not that. Wait, really? Thank you.” He shook his head bashfully. “I mean, does it look like I’ve been engaged in sexual activities?”

His face was flushed, but it was also stuffy in this office. South Rock was known for keeping the heat cranked into May.

He gave himself a once over, and I appreciated how he could make me laugh. He picked at his clothes. “No evidence of come stains…same for you. We should be good.”

Amos gave me a quick kiss, then ripped off the paper covering the door window.

Principal Aguilar stared back at us.

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Aguilar usually tried to be everyone’s friend, the friendly older principal. But he was not smiling. His inscrutable face filled up the glass.

I looked back at Hutch, but he didn’t have any grand ideas. My eyes flitted around the office, searching for a vent we could escape into.

I did one more check on both of us for any signs of sex. It was fine. We were in the clear. Why was I freaking out? We were two teachers having a conversation. Just because most of that conversation revolved around putting our dicks in each other didn’t mean it didn’t happen.

I unlocked the door.

“Principal Aguilar! How are you? Is that a new tie?”

“Good and no.”

“Really? You deserve to treat yourself to a new tie.” I held onto the door tight. Maybe when he was distracted, Hutch and I could run out. “How’s Clint? Is his apple tree blooming yet?”

“Good and yes.”

One-word answers were never good. Where was my chatty, aloof principal?

“Hey.” Hutch half-waved at Aguilar.

“What was going on in here? The door was locked.”

“It was?” I looked back at Hutch like that was crazytalk, but he wasn’t following my lead. We had good sexual chemistry, but our improv skills left much to be desired.

“Really?” I twisted the knob to check on it. “Maybe it was accidentally locked. You know how doors can be. Hutch and I were just having a conversation.”

“You were?” Aguilar scratched at his chin. “Because it sounded like you two were engaged in sexual acts.”

Was it too late to climb into a vent? I could feel my whole body melting into the tiled floor. I did the only thing I could think of. I laughed. A lot.

“What? Are you…what? That’s…you’re funny.” I looked to Hutch to join in my laughter, but he missed my cue. He looked away, his cheeks turning a cute shade of red.

Ugh, now was so not the time to be admiring anything about Hutch.

“That’s what it sounded like to me,” Aguilar said matter-of-factly.

“It was a heated conversation.”

Aguilar cocked his head at me. Sadly, he wasn’t as dimwitted as I wanted to believe. “Would you like me to repeat the things I heard?”

Never. I never wanted to hear Aguilar talk about anything relating to sex. Even when I helped him with his romantic drama last year, he kept the conversation G-rated. I was the one who went on a weird tangent about using a cactus as a dildo. Sometimes I wondered why I even bothered saying words.

“How long were you standing there?” I asked, my fake laughter turning into sheer nervousness.

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