Once in the stall she pulled out her phone. She had a text from Conner Redmann. “What the hell? Conner? What could he want?” Conner was a foo...ball player. Very cocky. Definitely an asshole. He had hit on her before, but she always shut him down. He loved to brag about all of the girls he had fucked and fucked over. Everyone knew. She and Jenny had many conversations about what a dick he could be and how obnoxious and pathetic his flirtations were.His text read, “Holy shit! You are. “Bye, Mr. Davies,” Nikkole said as she sauntered by, a smile on her lips.Flashes of Anael kissing them burned through me.Kyleigh stayed in her seat. I had my next hour free, a quirk of the scheduling, and she knew it. I could tell she needed another lesson. Our tryst last night at church wasn't enough for the first girl I'd ever edited. I remade her from that overweight and unhappy girl into a delicious beauty who just had to please her professors.Me.“Good lesson, Mr. Davies,” the nerdy Seth. But I love it that you want to do that.”“Cathy,” I moaned. “We can’t keep doing that.”“Of course we can,” she said. “That’s our business and nobody else’s. Nobody’s going to know. We can’t sleep together every night, but we can make love, sometimes. And we’re going to make love, Bobby. You don’t get to do that to me, and make me feel that way, and then just take it away. You don’t get to do that, Bobby!“She had taken another step towards me and her right hand had formed into a claw. I imagined. The sound of my real name on his lips gives me tingles. “Besides, I can't have you messing up my hair now, can I? You think I wake up looking this good?” he smirks into my lips and kisses me again. "Probably," I add dryly against his lips and roll my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. "Cheeky little Pomme," he replies against my lips, before dropping to his knees."What the fuck are you doing?!" I squeal and try to force my legs together, but he grips them tightly, holding them apart."I’m.