One Night With My Alpha Professor
His black hair was mussed, tongue out with focus as if they’d been at this for a while.
“What the hell is that?!” Gavin threw his hands up in exasperation. “It looks like a deformed potato!”
I couldn’t help but giggle, pressing my hand to my mouth. Edwin looked up at the sound, beaming at me. In that moment of distraction, Gavin shouted out another guess.
“A llama!”
Edwin shook his head, and the buzzer went off. “It was a pig,” Edwin huffed, throwing the marker up in the air so hard that it hit the ceiling.