The Hockey player's submissive professor
“He’s not a kid.”
Callum scoffed. “Juno, come on. She’s what—eight years older than him? Six?”
I cleared my throat. “That’s not much.”
He gave me a look. “Not much? The boy’s twenty-one, Jun.”
“Twenty-three,” I said too fast, too defensive. “He’s twenty-three.”
Callum blinked, then smirked. “Wow. Why so defensive? You sound like his PR rep.”
Heat rose in my face, and I snapped, “Because he’s not a child, okay?”