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Maybe I’m wrong, or maybe I’m under the influence of his signature, but I like this guy. A lot. Is it crazy that I don’t want to let go of him? That I want to keep him? Or am I suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?
Seojun trips on nothing and fumbles forward before he straightens himself nonchalantly and turns to look at me.
“Are you coming, or what?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“No. Definitely not Stockholm Syndrome.”
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing. I just said you’re an idiot.”
He gasps.
“A beautiful idiot,” I correct myself.
Seojun smiles and waits for me to catch up with him, and when I do, he pauses, puts his hands on my lapel, and…slaps me gently across the face.
“That’s for calling me an idiot,” he says.
Before I can answer, he pulls me into him, his lips brushing my lips, his tongue briefly stroking mine.
“And that’s for calling me beautiful.”
CHAPTER 13
SEOJUN
How did my life get so weird?
How have I ended up tied to a guy who can’t frown to save his life and makes me feel alive with a touch, let alone a kiss?
And how in the hell have I ended up in a Brooklyn apartment consoling a crying mess of a woman, surrounded by people who are acting as if the world has just ended?
Okay, to be fair, when Jack put it in my terms, it did sound terrifying. I don’t know what I’d do if my apartment was taken from under my own feet, and I can’t even begin to imagine where I’d end up without my signatures. But still. Can you compare being a supervillain to losing a job…as a teacher, no less. The whole profession is underpaid, undervalued, underappreciated, and overworked. They did her a favor by letting her go.
“You’re better off without them, darling.” I insist. Lily, a gorgeous blonde with hazel eyes and the biggest, roundest glasses I’ve ever seen, looks at me, all red and puffy. “What?”
Everyone is staring at me. Great. Now I’m the bad guy. I mean, I am the bad guy. I don’t need them to act like it.
“You’re right,” Jack whispers and rubs my back.
Oh. So maybe I’m not being stared at because I’m bad. That’s…different.
Annie smiles at me and squeezes my leg.
“Seojun is right. Do you want to work for those assholes anyway?” she tells her girlfriend, who shakes her head.
“I know they’re assholes. I’ve hated the school board since they threw a hissy fit about you, but I love those kids. I was invested in their development and learning.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Zeke sits on the bed and wraps his arm around Lily. “But there’s nothing we can do about that, unfortunately. Come work at my school. No one is a transphobic piece of shit there.”
I tilt my head and stare at Zeke.
“Hang on. That’s why they let you go? Because your girlfriend is trans?”
Lily nods.
