With a heavy sigh, Seph's shoulders drooped as she stared after Echo and Morrissey.
"I'll sit with you," Jon said to her.
I wasn't sure he was aware I was in the room. "Not this time, Jon. I have to talk to Seph about..." I shared a look with her, my mind blanking on everything but the truth.
"s*x," she supplied.
Jon turned eleven shades of pink while his eyes lit up with interest. "Another time, then." He floated from the room on his cloud of Seph euphoria.
I strode toward my desk, still trying to breathe normally. "I'm not the only one who wants to talk to you about s*x, you know."
She closed the door, her attention squarely on me. "He can get in line. What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Close." Sitting, I found my quill half buried under a pile of books and dipp
