With the blaze of victory in my veins, I found myself tossing an arm around Max’s shoulders. “I told you you’d like my ocean song,” he said, arrogance blazing across his face, but fuck it didn’t bother me like it once had in my classroom. Max Rigel was a man who had earned the right to that arrogance, but far be it from me to let him know it. “Just sing it in tune next time, yeah?” I muttered. “Fuck you,” he laughed, and I broke a smile, this moment too damn good not to revel in it.
