See Me After Class (Steamy Teacher Romances #1)

by Meghan Quinn

It doesn’t matter the genre, what matters is the escape. The appreciation for getting lost in words.”

“I’d like something intimate. A relationship where I not only feel special, but where I make someone feel wanted, needed, cared for. I want to be able to go on dates, hold hands, take long walks at night under the stars. I want passion and spontaneity, but I also want reassurance that there will always be comfort and routine within a relationship. I want something sweet. Something naughty. Something that rocks my world and changes the colors around me. I want . . . love.”

“It’s the classic story,” I say waving my hand. “Girl meets boy, boy . . . fiddles around with her, girl wants more, boy is emotionally unavailable.”

story of my life :)

But there’s a reason why he won’t go there with you, and it’s because he sees you as a threat.” “A threat?” I ask, my brow creasing. “How so?” “Because, he’s probably spent a great amount of time putting up the wall that’s guarding his emotions, and with one look, you cracked it.”

Anyone can make me come, Arlo, but it’s the one who makes me feel special that I miss.”

“Do you think we’re incapable of affection?”

“And I might need help, because I’m not good at this shit. But I want to try. Shit, I’m desperate to try, because I can’t stop thinking about you, Greer. And I want to get to know more of you.” He smooths his thumb over my temple. “I want to know more about what’s up here.”

Dear Miss Gibson, I thought about you all weekend. I thought about the dress you wore at homecoming. I thought about the way your hair swept across your shoulders in a ponytail and how I desperately wanted to push it away. I thought about how your legs looked in those heels, even more gorgeous than normal. I thought about how I wished I could have taken your hand and shared a dance with you on the dance floor. And then . . . I thought about our kiss. And now, I’m thinking about how I can spoil you on our date, so that maybe . . . I can feel your lips against mine again. Have a great day. Arlo – Grandpa.

I can’t wait to take you out tonight. I’m glad you didn’t change your mind.

“Yeah, I only realized that wasn’t the way families shared dinner when I went to my friends’ houses, and I became resentful. I was resentful about a lot of shit, still am, but trying to work through all of that. What about you? What were your family dinners like?”

:( relatable

“Although, as the human race, we consider our individual selves to be astute in our daily practices, perhaps the truth is, we’re not. Growth is key to happiness. Growth might hurt at first, but the anguish is worth it in the end.”

This might not be a shock to you, but relationships don’t come easy to me, so the more we communicate, the more I learn and that’s what we’ve been doing, communicating a lot.

SAME