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He laughs. ‘Fucking tell me about it. Come on.’ He steps away from me and retrieves my panties from the floor, holding them out for me to step into. He buttons my dress up for me and I glance down longingly at the temptation that is the huge bulge in the grey boxer briefs I’ve exposed.
When I’m looking semi-presentable, I make to unlock the door, but he stops me with a hand on my arm.
‘See you at the end of the day,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘Have an exceedingly pleasant afternoon, Miss Peach.’
CHAPTER 24
Elodie
When I see Charlie again, it’s at the end of the day. He wanders into my classroom, hands in pockets, as I boot the last stragglers out with their parents. The sight of him, and the knowledge that he’s seeking me out, makes my energy levels rise as if I haven’t just spent the past hour suffering through the dreaded Whigs and Tories.
‘How’s the wrist?’ I ask him as he stops in front of me, so close I’m able to reach out and brush my fingertips down the front of his shirt.
He laughs and holds up the offending joint, flexing it.
‘Tired. But its lunchtime workout was embarrassingly quick.’
I grin at him like an idiot. ‘And you use your left hand, I see.’
‘Not usually. But I don’t need a stress fracture in my writing hand just now.’
I wince. ‘Sounds vigorous.’
‘Needs must. How was your afternoon?’ He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture feels like a miracle.
‘Whigs and Tories. Brutal.’
‘Ugh. Too bad your esteemed colleague keeps the best century of them all for himself, isn’t it?’
He smirks at me. Ireallylike this side of him. Maybe he should jack off at school more often.
‘My esteemed colleague is looking far too smug for my liking, and I can’t imagine what he thinks he’s achieved today for that to be the case.’
He’s so close to me now. His eyes linger on my lips, and he touches his fingertip to the corner of my mouth.
‘I had a dream come true a couple of hours ago. Something I’ve been hoping for for quite some time now.’
‘Oh, really?’
‘Yeah.’
‘What’s that, then?’
‘I was finally able to give Clara Parker a B for her essay.’
I burst out laughing, and he just stands there, watching me, like it’s the best sight he’s ever seen.
I want him so badly. In every way. I want to jump him right now and koala myself around him. I want him to take me home. Strip me naked. Take me to bed for hours and hours and hours.
‘So,’ I say when I’ve recovered from my giggles. ‘Remember how I mentioned that if you made a move on me asyou, and not Henry, I’d be responsive?’
He frowns. ‘I’m pretty sure we proved that point at lunch.’
I hit him in the stomach. Gosh, it’s hard. And flat. And—oh, God. This man is positively irresistible.
‘I meant that now would be a good time for you to ask me out. You know, so we could actually spend time together outside of school like normal human beings. Not that I don’t appreciate all the sneaky orgasms in random rooms, because, you know, I really do. But maybe we could go on an actual date?’
His hand has moved to my neck, his fingers clamped down around the back while his thumb strokes down my jaw. He’s staring at his thumb. Good Lord. Whatisit with that man and my neck?
