PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M)
It was pure, undiluted scrutiny.
Sarah giggled at a painfully obvious syntax error and nudged me. “Oh my God, Ethan, look at this. Whoever wrote this must’ve been half-asleep.” She laughed, a loud, performative sound, and her hand landed on my forearm. The touch was brief, proprietary, as if we were sharing an old, intimate joke.
I forced a choked chuckle that sounded more like a gasp, and my eyes shot up.
And there he was... Professor Kai had stopped a few rows away.