Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“Crap” i uttered as I send the bag utap Uwer my shoulder and knoked on the

I was late.

Taking unnecessary time cleaning my teeth in the bathroom made me lose track of time.

I pecked through the small square window through the door, surveying the little I could see

“Come in!” Mrs. Bailey’s voice pitched through the closed door.

I dragged my nail down the gap in my front teeth as a precaution. I wouldn’t want anyone else to point out that I had something stuck between my teeth.

It was embarrassing enough that Haiden pointed it out after I thought I left him speechless. Only that I hadn’t and he had gotten the last word.

My fingers wind around the surprising cold door handle, pushed it down then

bra . Mus Hailey’s tangled dyrde wathe heat to come into View before ilie door widlens to reveal the rest of the nom.

Herating the door creak just the slightest, Men, Bailey whips her head to face me. Her mouth parts in awe as she lets her dark brown eyes behind thick-rimmed

Her cherry red lips curl into

with another flash of her teeth stained by drinking too much coffee. My eyes glance at the coffee mug on her desk, the hot steam causing barely-there fog above

gut. The scent reminded me of father. If I’d ever catch the glimpse of him early in the morning i I would be with a steaming cup of that dark liquid drug

my eyes away from

“I guess.” I Sanswered her vaguely

were her

ely and urged my lipst o work with me by smiline. It comes ou forced due to already having a

am late-‘I began to apologize but

laugh. “O h, that’s fine. If I were you, I’d probably want to be late for this class too. Besides, we were just discussing and you came just in

that to most, she Wasn’t and most that came out of her mouth was belittling her very own self and teaching skills. I do happen to like Mrs. Bailey especially her weird sense of humor, just not when she is

me I was beginning to think that I had a target printed on my forehead. Until

chair, I nated a dark hoot cladded foot on top of the worn-out blue chale. My gaze flew to the owner. A brown haired girl stared back at me with eyes the color of chocolate. She scans my features before she

even

my bum was supposed t o be perched on. Should I spray

on the chair. I place my bag on the desk and set my attention on Mrs. Bailey who was chirping like those

into the class a small piece

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