She pulled away with a sigh. "Fine. Then I guess we're done." * * * "I think trust is very important in friendships."
“I’m heading back to the hotel room. Let me know if you get over this.” *** “My students are no exception.”
He shook his head. "You're lying. Lying is bad. You like me enough." *** "What if it's something bad?"
She smiled as she headed for the door. "Why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself?" * * * "What bad relationship stuff can fifth graders get into?"
"If you step out that door it means you don't like me." *** She shrugged. "Didn't quite think that through."
She smirked as she inched towards the door. * * * "See? It's a foolproof method. The kids trust me and I get caught up on the latest gossip."
"If you don't like me, then I'm really leaving." *** "A gossiper?" She teased. "You must watch reality television."
"You wouldn't," she said confidently. "You like me too much." * * * "Nope. I don't need to. I have my class."
"Me liking you should have no effect on your affection for me." * * * "There's no 'suppose' about it. It's fact."
"Except that this is your apartment." * * * He smiled before kissing her lightly, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Do you think they'll figure out that we're together?"
"Then we're back to square one. Do you see the dilemma you've put me in?" * * * "Ach. Of course it was her."
