Harmony’s POV
As I straightened my clothes and gathered my backpack, I snapped my fingers, and with a small shimmer of magic, everything settled perfectly into place. Not a hair out of line. Not a wrinkle on my shirt. Oh, and yes—I even slipped on some underwear. Can’t be walking out of here looking like I just got wrecked in a faculty office.
Mr. Rossi leaned back in his chair with that cocky smirk and raised an eyebrow. “What was that, butterfly?”
I tossed him a wink. “Well, I can’t exactly leave here looking like something happened in here… even though something very much did happen.”
He chuckled low, the sound sinful. “Of course. That was the first lesson.”
I tilted my head, voice playful. “So, when’s lesson two?”
“Mmm,” he drawled, casually fixing the cuffs of his black shirt as
