Kelly did notice. He always noticed. Every detail about the professor. His casual smile, the way his body moved, his scent. Right now his scent spoke of pain and tension, with just a hint of arousal. Not that a human would ever pick up such subtle aromas. Following the blond-haired teacher down the steps, Kelly wondered if that slight hint of s****l interest was really directed at him. He knew Simon was gay. During a teasing conversation that had occurred during fencing practice, Kelly had commented about the sheer number of nubile, young female students who claimed to hope they could entice the hot, blond professor to bed. Simon’s response had been a long snicker of laughter followed by a reply of how nonexistent the chances of those young women were, since he didn’t “do” women. Kelly had
