Confession #14: Sometimes, I really didn’t like myself.
I missed my afternoon class. But to ensure Reese’s safety, it was worth it.
Monica seemed pleased, anyway.
“Wow,” she panted from the top of her desk where she’d collapsed after coming…for a second time. Sweat matted her hair to her face, and a satisfied laugh tumbled from her lips as she rolled onto her back to gaze up at me, watching me zip my jeans back into place. “I mean…just… Wow. Excellent performance, Mr. Lowe. You were so good, in fact, I’ll make sure your little girlfriend gets an A after all.”
I glanced at her as I fastened the top button of my fly. We hadn’t once discussed Reese’s grade. Why the f**k was she bringing up Reese’s grade?
Shaking my head, I frowned suspiciously. “Why don’t you just give her whatever grade
