One Night With My Alpha Professor
“No, it’s not—”
“Oh my goddess, they’re totally dating!” Tina squealed, practically dropping into the nearest chair as she hugged her knees to her chest. “Spill the details. Don’t leave us hanging.”
Betty huffed, although there was the faintest smile playing at her lips. “There are no details to spill,” she protested weakly. “We’re just… talking.”
“Talking,” I repeated, exchanging a knowing glance with Tina. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”