Teach Me (Extracurricular Activities, #4)

by Neve Wilder

I slid two fingers through the hole and, with a fortifying breath, beckoned.

Oh okayyyyy (and not the kind of hole you’re thinking)

men who were stunningly attractive but should’ve worn a paper bag over their personality.

Was telepathic horniness a thing?

Hasn’t been tested but maybe

“I’ve got a sudden craving for a turkey sandwich anyway.” I winked at Cameron.

Okayyyyy 😉

My guy at the club had been wearing wingtips, but so had plenty of other men in the club.

Why are people wearing wingtip shoes to clubs???

But maybe, just maybe, I could make him see reason.

At this point in time I do doubt it

perspicacity.

Dang I can’t even say this word in my head without my tongue twisting

“Yeah, and he and Alexander are die-hard rivals. I’m liking this.” Jesse continued to use his baguette like a conductor’s baton.

Lovvve us building lore for these fake people

“Can’t some people just dislike each other and not be secretly fucking?” Nate narrowed his eyes at Eric.

No

realizing I’d probably come across as rather dictatorial,

What you’re doing is coming off jealous

“Did you send Paul away because he was flirting with me and you didn’t like it? I saw you look over.”

Ooooo he’s on to you

“Oh shit.” I groaned at Professor Lusk’s

Oh it’s Professor Lusk now?

then stuffed the used tissues back in my pack, not wanting to litter.

Gorgeous man

and there was no fucking way Professor Dumbledore had my, my…zest

lol 😆

“Come on, Grady, don’t be a bore. It’s Wednesday, you know. Hump Day.”

No don’t pressure people. I don’t like that

“Everyone’s a little fucked-up. Personally, I’ve always thought there were two nonnegotiable truths in life: no one gets out alive, and no one comes into adulthood without a few broken parts.”

“I like kids, but—” He ran the fingertips of his free hand along a rack of long-sleeved shirts. “I don’t…I wouldn’t want to mess them up or something.”

I get that

another drizzle

No no drizzling

Congratulations, my man.

You owe me a sandwich

But for now, it sounds like your biggest problem isn’t Paul. It’s that you’re trying to deny yourself something you really want. Just like you’ve been doing since I met you.”

Preach

“How much older?” “Like thirteen years?

Didn’t know it was that big a gap

I think you should tell him how you feel.” “What for?” “Because it’s the truth, and maybe that matters, even if you can’t do anything about it. Maybe sometimes that’s when the truth matters the most.”

Love that

“What if he doesn’t feel the same?” My heart sank at the thought. “Then you deal with it. You move on like you’ve moved on before. But at least you both know where you stand.”

Damn he wise