Chapter 32 Wet For Teacher

• Heat crept up to my cheeks and my eyes scanned everywhere but him. Not many people hoped they’d wake up the next morning and their 10 would be a 3, but I had. I seriously couldn’t handle the situat
• ion. I’d remembered him as a 10, but he was actually a 20. Way too hot to handle. I had things to do today! I had to be at school, but this brilliantly sexy guy was holding my black lace panties and all I could think was how I wanted to jump all over him.
• “Yes,” I said, coughing to get control of my faculties. “As a matter of fact I am looking for those. I’m running late.” I tried to convey that I was in no mood for shenanigans, but I failed. My head hurt from bathing my brain in too much tequila, I’m sure I smelled like it too, and I generally felt gross. Still, I wanted to rip that sheet from his hands and crawl back to bed with him.