Chapter 62

With a heavy sigh, Seph's shoulders drooped as she stared after Echo and Morrissey.

"I'll sit with you," Jon said to her. 

I wasn't sure he was aware I was in the room. "Not this time, Jon. I have to talk to Seph about..." I shared a look with her, my mind blanking on everything but the truth.

"Sex," she supplied. 

Jon turned eleven shades of pink while his eyes lit up with interest. "Another time, then." He floated from the room on his cloud of Seph euphoria.

I strode toward my desk, still trying to breathe normally. "I'm not the only one who wants to talk to you about sex, you know."

She closed the door, her attention squarely on me. "He can get in line. What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Close." Sitting, I found my quill half buried under a pile of books and dipped it into my ink pot. "On my way back from the library, I saw...you."

"I was here."

"I know."