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and soft tongue. Nor do I fantasize about tracing his cheekbones with my fingers while gazing into his sparkling eyes.
    Ugh.
    I try to focus on anything and everything that will take my mind off him , even down to whom my friends are crushing on, and other little insignificant things. I attempt to get into all of my classes - to treat them all the same, equally. Especially since, aside from chemistry, math is going to be the death of me. Although, for an entirely different reason.
    I feel like the biggest idiot ever, because I understand nothing. Mrs. Stalling’s teaching style is terrible, and you know something’s wrong when I’m semi-understanding science over math, when I usually equally suck at both.
    Ah, science.
     
    I’m actually mildly successful at ignoring Mr. Harrington, until one day he goes ahead and throws off my small progress. Instead of sitting at his desk like he normally is when we come into class, he’s standing at the door.
    “Hello ladies,” he smiles at Chloe and I as we make our way into lab. He’s just as excited to see you , the thought pops into my head before I can stop it, and I internally yell at myself for feeding this unhealthy, very wrong obsession of mine.
    “Hey, Mr. H,” Chloe nods while I just smile.
    We still haven’t gone to the back of the room - to the actual lab - so once again we’re at our desks. Since lab is only half the class, we’ve been allowed to pick our own seats, so Chloe and I sit next to each other in the very last row.
    We’re handed a worksheet in which we have to find the answers in a textbook. We’re still learning all about the tools and things we’ll find in the lab, and are promised by the end of this month we’ll get to go back there.
    The room is full of low whispers as Mr. Harrington makes his way around in case any of us have any questions.
    “Can I go to the bathroom?” Chloe asks when he comes our way.
    “Sure,” he points to the corner of the desk where his hall pass is.
    I let out a laugh. I can’t help it, it just comes out.
    “What?” he asks, fighting a grin as he sits in her seat. We haven’t really spoken since the day I stayed late after class, which didn’t exactly go well.
    “It’s just, for a grammar stickler such as yourself, I would have thought you would have corrected her,” I put my pen down, still stuck on the fact that he took points off of my quiz for spelling . He smiles, raising an eyebrow in question as I continue. “Since, as I’m sure you know, the correct way for her to ask would have been, “ May I go to the bathroom.” I’m fighting a smile now too, biting my cheek.
    He chuckles, his eyes lighting up from my obvious entertainment. I couldn’t imagine his look if I tried. My heart starts racing as my blood boils with excitement. I realize it’s October, but will someone turn on the air conditioner, because holy hell is it hot in here?
    “ Can I is the ability to do something, and May I is asking permission,” he says, licking his lips while shaking his head. He leans in close and electricity shoots into the room. My breath hitches from his proximity, filling my nose with a spicy scent that suits him. I gaze into his eyes before moving up to his long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of. “You have to get over the two points,” he whispers, and I nonchalantly graze my own tongue against my lips, licking them, because he’s just so delicious . I suddenly can’t help but wonder what he looks like naked. How defined and hard his muscles are, how thick is happy trail is, how thick he is .
    Shit.
    Someone calls his name and I all but jump. Mr. Harrington clears his throat as he gets up. “Thanks for the lesson, Ms. Cunningham.”
    I catch another whiff of the spicy cologne in his wake, and absent-mindedly lean in closer to Chloe’s chair, inhaling more of his luscious scent.
    “Need some answers?” Chloe asks, returning to her seat.
    “Ugh, yeah,” I blush, embarrassed to have been