I inhale a deep breath of fresh year as I enter the school which in a couple months, I will no longer attend. I know, I am fast forwarding this, but I have every right to be. Look how fast last term went by. It felt longer to tell the truth, but being in the new year and looking back, it was really a short span of time.

Strolling down the hall, my steps a little more on the hype side this fresh January morning, I am glad to see that it is empty and almost bubblegumless. It shows they actually did a little work over the short break.

"Miss Addison," the security guard nods my way as he passes me and I smile in return.

Well, the hall isn't completely empty now, but it is what I am use to. It feels familiar and the security guard makes me feel safe rather than suffocated, awaiting the next blow from the teenager whirlwind.

I turn into my classroom, or form room, to see it empty. As soon as a smile stole my features, I feel Nate's presence behind me.

"You're late, Miss Addison," he says, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

Formal, are we?

I spin around, prepared with a snappy comeback, and freeze. What for? Because he is way too close for my comfort. By the amused smirk on his face, I don't think he shared the same opinion. Probably the opposite. I don't know what he is implying right now. I have had my share of boyfriends before. I might be able to count them on one hand without my pinky and thumb, but I still had experience. At answering calls and texting. I am not one who likes intimacy, so yeah, that never happened. I wonder why those boys were in a relationship with me anyways. Probably mom.

"Speechless, my kitten," he says with grin that mirrored the devil's. "Well, that isn't unusual. I kind of like it."

He then gives me a peck fully on the mouth before heading inside. My brain finally got through to my body and I spin around to meet him placing a cup of coffee on my desk as he stretch his long, yet obviously muscular legs on the chair in front of him.

"I should slap you one of these days," I say, trying to put as much conviction in my voice as possible. "You have officially ruined my morning."

He sips his coffee before looking down at his watch. Shrugging, he turns his face towards me and props his elbow on the desk, gazes deeply in my eyes as he puts his head on his hand.

"It seems like everyone is either suffering a headache from their hangover or simply, not so much into the school mood this morning," he tells me, basically repeating what happens after every holiday or break. "We have almost an hour left and that's a lot of time to go to waste. How about we start practicing some moves I wanted to try for a very long time? Do you know what is liplocking?"

My jaw slackens and he grins before leaning forward. My breath immediately hitches and he inhales like he is now exploring something entirely different.

"I am joking, Amber," he suddenly leans back and mess up my hair which I had let down because of the cold. "Loosen up a little. It's a new year, a new start. Enjoy the moment."

He gives me one of those grins I have been seeing way too often these days. What is up with him?

"You are right," I say leaning forward. Weirdly, I find the need to be close to him. "Let's start with what prescription the doctor has put you on first, don't you think?"

He looks shocked for a minute and so am I. Where did that come from? I bite back the smile of victory because I can catch him off guard as well. But just as quick, he throws back his head in laughter. The room echoes with his husky laughter and he looks at me with those shining blue eyes as he clutches his torso.

"You," he says through his mirth, his finger pointing at me for emphasis, I presume. "Are a girl that is absolutely priceless to me."

My brain fails me as I try to swallow my tongue.

"I want to see your new year's resolution," I tell him. "Does it involve flirting with me?"

"No," he shakes his head sitting upright and trying to mask his features. "You aren't even close."

By his suggestive voice and seriousness inside his blue oceans, I think I already know I don't want to see that resolution.

"You need to get a proper boyfriend for college." He states and this time it isn't my brain that fails me, but my heart. And I don't know why. Why am I so confused?

"What?"

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