hiring a hooligan sooo damn funny, jane is the weirdest fictional character i ever read.. shes a super geek and thinks/speak everything in mathematical/scientific language. she uses her hair to floss, she wipes her nose on a leaf, on a schrunchy and sometimes on cordless phones..
Rafe rested his arm across the back of my seat, his knuckles lightly stroking the side of my neck. I shivered. Rafe’s voice got husky. "Did you know I had a naughty dream with you in it last night?"
"That’s understandable," I replied, cuddling my rhombus rock to my elbow. Rocks were most partial to hard, bony places. You could never snuggle them to your boobs like you could a zucchini bread. "I did hire you to thump Conner McGregor afterall. Maybe you were having performance anxiety?"
Rafe narrowed his eyes. He looked a bit hacked off as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I was surprised when he tucked some hair behind my ear and said softly, "We were alone in a classroom together and you were all sexy and s***. You were my teacher and I was being a really bad boy."
I squirmed in my seat excitedly. Rafe’s touching me was making shivers puddle in the pit of my stomach. It felt like hundreds of particles were colliding inside of me, making and breaking bonds. "Was I teaching Chemical Bonding within the framework of Quantum Mechanics? Or did I go the math route with Numerical Linear Algebra?"
Rafe’s finger stuttered against my neck. "Um...the first one. I know Chemistry is your favourite subject."
I beamed at him. "Was I angry with you because you didn’t pass in your term paper on A Semi-Empirical Huckel Molecular Orbital Analysis of Internucleotide Phosphorothioate Diesters?"
Rafe’s lips parted and he blinked at me. I thought his eyes were as deep and wonderful as Particle Rectilinear Motion. His breath tickled my ear. "No, you were angry because I wasn’t paying attention. I was excited...you were making me very excited Janie."
"Who wouldn’t be excited learning about the rotation and vibration of molecules?" I frowned, puzzled. "But why would I be angry if you were excited? That doesn’t seem much like me."
Rafe sighed and scrubbed his hand through his hair. "You know what? Forget I said anything. We should probably be getting inside anyway."
"Just don’t tell Katrina about any of this," I warned, unbuckling my seatbelt. "She might think you had one of those soggy sex dreams that boys get."
Rafe smacked his own forehead. I supposed that since Lucan and Guido weren’t around to thump him, he had to do it himself.[/size]