Shy
Brooklyn froze and looked to Harry with wide eyes.
"Get off," she whispered and tensed when Harry spread his fingers out, his hand grazing the bare skin where Brooklyn's top had ridden.
Sparks appeared at his touch as well as the pressure in her head.
"Brooklyn, Harry, partners? Brooklyn, Harry will teach you! He one of my best students. Oui? He tutor you?" Mrs Mental said happily, not noticing Brooklyn's extreme discomfort.
"O-oui," Brooklyn croaked, wanting Mrs Mental to leave. Mrs Mental grinned brightly and then walked back to the front of the class. "Get off!" Brooklyn snapped and grabbed Harry's wrist, pushing his arm away. "Don't touch me!"
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