“Apology accepted, Mr. Gravlin. You were right—I was being naïve.” I hate how she just addressed me even more formally than the first time she did it. Not only do I have a visceral reaction to it, like I want to put my hand around her throat and dare her to say it again while I run my tongue over her lips, but it also feels like she’s trying to put distance between us and remind me I’m her teacher, which I don’t like at all.
