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I brush his ear with my nose, feeling his soft skin there. “Ask and find
out.”
“Trevarrow!”
I jerk, hearing my name called. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s
the principal. Great. I move to get off his lap, but he presses his hands down
on my thighs, keeping me there.
“Masen,” I urge. He’s going to get me in trouble. In public.
“Get off his lap,” Principal Burrowes orders me. “Now.”
I put my hands on Masen’s shoulders, moving to get up, but he grips my
hips again, keeping me down.
“She gets off my dick when I tell her to get off,” he tells the principal.
My mouth falls open, and I widen my eyes. What the fuck?
Burrowes’ expression turns furious, and I hear various laughs and snorts
around the table behind me.
“I beg your pardon?” she exclaims.
But Masen just leans into my ear. “I’ll see you later.”
And then he stands, carefully letting me slide off his lap and onto my
feet.
He doesn’t spare anyone a second glance and walks out of the
lunchroom with Burrowes’ heels clacking after him.
Somehow, though, I doubt she’s going to be able to stop him.