Me: Stop giving me crap and pay attention in class.

Callum: The student is now the teacher?

Me: Yes. Obey me.

I stifle a giggle, trying to imagine the look on Callum’s face as he reads those words.

Callum: I really, really want to punish you for that comment.

Me: Punish? Do tell.

Callum: I should keep you after class when I see you later, but I don’t know if I can wait that long.

My heart rate quickens.

Me: Do you want to meet in the bathroom?

Callum: So eager to get spanked…

Me: I think I can use my mouth to get out of my punishment. Maybe that’s what I’m so eager for.

Callum: My cock is hard as a rock right now. I’m lecturing from my desk because of you.

Me: How can you lecture and text at the same time?

Callum: I’m a man of many talents. You know this. You’ve had your pussy on my face.

Heat floods through me. Sexting with Callum Park is so hot. Too hot to be doing while at school. I’m not sure how he’s managing during his lecture.

Me: I don’t know that I can wait until later to see you.

It’s the truth. And more than just sexual. I’ve been wanting to tell him about Levi. Ever since last night when he showed up in my bedroom, I’ve been anxious. He grows more and more brazen as time passes.

Callum: Meet me in the copy room.

Me: Now?

Callum: Yes. I have copies to make. I’m giving the class busy work.

Me: See you in five.

I walk to the front of the classroom and excuse myself from class. Since I never leave class, the teacher barely bats an eyelash. The halls are empty and my shoes squeak loudly on the linoleum. My heart is in my throat. It feels reckless to be meeting up with Callum in the middle of the day, but I need to see him.

The copy room is empty when I peek inside. I make sure no one is coming before slipping inside. Leaning against the machine, I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for my man to arrive.

My man.

A silly grin teases my lips.

The doorknob twists and I suck in a deep breath. My stomach clenches. What if it’s not him? How will I explain being in here? I exhale with a swoosh when Callum enters the small room. He’s so much larger in this tiny space.

“Callum,” I murmur before flinging myself into his arms.

His palms find my ass and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and crash my lips to his. He tastes like cinnamon.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls against my mouth. “So much.”

I finger the hair at his nape and nod. “Missed you too.”