My days in school are a torture now that Art is fully committed to the front row seat.
Seriously, how the hell did he stay in my class without me noticing him..?
I spend half of my time in school holed up in my office,and the other half on one side of my teaching podium.
Avoiding him in every way I can.
I sometimes let Clare take the classes with my notes or wear dark shades to avoid looking at him.
But my efforts are all in vain when I keep waking up in the cold of the night sweating with sticky thighs and a dream I shouldn't be having.
At least it solved one problem.
I don't spend that much time in school anymore.
It was a Wednessday and I was grading some basic test I let Clare conduct when a knock sounded on the door.
I held my breath for a moment, my body going still and my e
