My Professor is a Secret Succubus
“I see she has you in the hot seat.”
“I’m sorry?”
“The seat next to her.”
“Oh, yeah. She likes to keep me close.”
“Does she now,” Stacey teases. “Should I be jealous?”
“Jealous, why?” I look at her, puzzled.
“Oh Sammy, haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“What?”
“I like you.”
“I like you too,” I beam at her. “You’re a really great friend.”
Her face sours as she turns down her lip.
“I didn’t mean like that, Sammy,” she looks so sad I almost want to kiss her to make her feel better. “Why don’t you like me, Sammy,” her voice is always melodic, but at this moment it is also seductive, drawing me closer.