Professor Dearest
I lean in, her sweet fragrance wafting my nostrils, and I adored the smile that crept up her face.
“I am going to do that right,” I promised her as I place soft kisses on her face and neck.
“How?” She asks.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” I asked out of the blue and Arlette stops laughing, her eyes sparkling as she stares at me in awe.
“I am already your fake girlfriend. That can’t work,” she murmured.
I play offended, then, I come up with a solution. “I am breaking up with you as my fake girlfriend,” I say.