I rubbed a soothing circle over the small red spot that was starting to appear. “Don’t make me slap you with my wooden ruler.”
“Are you a naughty professor now?”
“Nope. A crotchety schoolmarm.”
“You took off your top and promised to slap me,” he reminded in monotone.
“Threatened. And what’s your point?”
“Definitely a naughty professor.” His mouth twitched in the tiniest hint of a smirk. “Plus, you mentioned something about wood and crotch. I can’t recall exactly what but I’m sure it was important.”
I laughed. How could I not? “You’re such a dork.”
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