Hey, fuckboi!" Lisa smirked at Kyle when he entered the classroom Tuesday. He recognized that look after their fun on Saturday night, knew this was something like foreplay for her. Thinking about that night, the way she got herself off just an inch from his face, stirred him. He raised a hand in reply and started toward his usual seat.

Lisa snapped her fingers and clearly indicated the empty chair to her left. There were only a few people in the room. Kyle stopped, looked at her with brows raised in a question. She arched a brow, and the smirk fell away. Lisa snapped her fingers again. He nodded and diverted to sit next to her, and Lisa patted his head. "This is where you sit now, fuckboi."