“Miss Murphy, did you have a question?” Houston stands at the front of the class, his arms folded across his chest. His dark eyes stare at me. Along with everyone else in the room. “What? No,” I mutter, my cheeks blushing. “Stop daydreaming, Miss Murphy.” What? It takes me a moment to register where I am. My thoughts of spanking him with his pointer fade. “You're supposed to be using this time to study. Not daydream,” he barks out. I stiffen in my chair. Did I moan out loud?
ahhh so embarrassing
