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closing as she melts into my touch.
    “God, Jill, I can’t get you out of my head. You are everywhere I look. I miss your smart mouth, our daily conversations. I miss your sweet taste.” My voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
    She blushes, her eyes casting downwards at the mention of her taste. I smirk, wondering where her mind went just then. Is she thinking the same dirty thoughts I am?
    I pull her toward me, our lips connecting in a soft, lingering kiss. The feel of her mouth against mine is electric. I kiss her again, tasting her as our mouths press against each other.
    A knock sounds at the door, interrupting the moment. Her eyes widen as she stares at me as if frozen with fear. I point to the chair and tell her to sit while I straighten my shirt and jacket. I move toward the door, running my hand through my hair as I try to relax. Nobody knows , I try and tell myself. But that’s a lie. The whole reason she’s in my office right now is because somebody might know. How can I be so fucking stupid?
    I open the door and see Dad. Relief washes through me. He’s the one person who, if he did find out, would be in no position to judge me. He looks past me, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Jill.
    “Ms. Wilson, what a pleasant surprise to see you here,” he says. “You’re not in trouble again are you?” He narrows his eyes at her.
    “No, not at all,” I reply with a stiff laugh. “No, Ms. Wilson came to ask if she could borrow a book, but unfortunately I don’t have it with me.”
    “That’s okay, I’ll try the local library.” She smiles and walks out, closing the door behind her.
    Dad raises his eyebrows and sits down. “Do you always lock the door when you’re alone with a student?” he asks.
    My face heats up and I have to bite back my annoyance. “Just because you can’t be trusted to be alone with your students doesn’t mean the same applies for everyone,” I reply, my voice cold. “I must’ve knocked it when it closed. Now, is there a reason you’re here, or is it just to annoy me?”
    He stares at me for a moment but then shakes his head. “I wanted to give you the heads-up. Principal Galleu mentioned he was in need of a Junior History teacher for next semester, so I put forward your name.”
    “You what?” I snap.
    He looks surprised by my reaction, which I find hilarious considering I always react the same when he tries to meddle in my life.
    “Really, Eli? You’re going to let this little feud between us ruin your career? Six months of full-time work, Eli. Then who knows where that will lead you? Surely you’re not stupid enough to let that slip through your fingers. How are those student loans going, anyway?” he asks, cocking his head.
    I laugh. He knows damn well how much I’ve struggled with money for the last few years, because I refused to accept a cent from him. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am today without the help of anyone but myself.
    “Fine. I’ve told you before I don’t need your help,” I say, gritting my teeth. I grab my briefcase and stand up. “I’m late for an appointment. Please lock the door on your way out.”
    “Aren’t you even going to ask me how I am?”
    I stop in the doorway and turn around. “I haven’t bothered before. Why start now?”
    ***
    I throw my things on the seat of my truck and slam my hands down on the wheel. I’m pissed, because he’s right: I do need this damn job. I’m drowning in debt. But teaching here for the rest of the year will mean the end of me and Jill. There’s no way I can accept the job and be with her.
    I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. Bringing up her name, I type out a message.
    Me: Sorry, I didn’t realize dad was around today. He doesn’t suspect anything.
    She replies almost right away.
    Jill: What are we doing, Eli?
    My body tenses, because I have no fucking clue of what to say.
    Me: I don’t know. All I know is I really like you
    Jill: I really like you too. I miss