See Me After Class (Steamy Teacher Romances #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“I understand the importance of teaching them, but I also understand the importance of instilling interested reading habits into students. Some of those books come off as . . . stodgy, holier-than-thou, and frankly—boring.”

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

Gunner: Did you pick out your first day cardigan? Romeo: What color is it? Arlo: That’s not a thing. Gunner: Turner . . . Arlo: Fine. It’s green. Now fuck off.

Coraline might have been right. Greer is slightly my type.

This need to . . . hell, to make her smile even though it goes against my basic principles.

I woke up this morning thinking what happened last night was a dream, that is, until I found my thong on my nightstand and a note next to it. In his sharp handwriting, all it said was “You taste like fucking honey.”

“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.”

She was right to push me away. She’s someone who deserves to be cherished, worshipped. A relationship girl.

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

“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.”

There are people on this earth who don’t need the touch of another human to be happy. They’re pleased with minimal contact and living their own life. And then there are people who need that extra touch. Who crave it. Who—as the therapist says—love love. And if we find ourselves matching up with that person, we need to put in a valiant effort to meet their needs.

Growth is key to happiness. Growth might hurt at first, but the anguish is worth it in the end.”