Just because he’s bigger and stronger doesn’t mean he’s the one in charge. I might only be a middle school teacher with a shitty car and a pathetic dating history and an inability to multiply single digits without a calculator, but I’m his queen now. I intend to throw on my crown and show him who he’s dealing with. When he opens his eyes and gazes down at me, his brow furrowed and his expression one of intense concentration bordering on pain, I smile. “How you feeling, big boy? You look a little strung out.”
