As much as I try not to, I can"t help myself from stealing glances at Thomas. He isn"t normally in the class I take with Miss Feathertop, but today he is. Does that mean he"s here because of me? Or am I just looking into this far more than I should do?
Daphne flicks me a note, and I unfold it hastily. Miss Feathertop is notoriously strict when it comes to talking in class and we don"t dare communicate even in a whisper.
Is that your teacher?
Is that your teacher?Yes, I scribble back.
YesNice, I see why you wanted to become acquainted with his desk. Even in writing, I can hear her suggestive tone.
Nice, I see why you wanted to become acquainted with his desk."Daphne," I scold quietly.
She just laughs silently, trying not to give in to the urge I"ve no doubt is filling her completely.
