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“That’s entirely inappropriate to say to your teacher,” he responded blandly, biting back a laugh.
“We’re no longer your students,” Max pointed out. “You don’t teach here anymore and we’ve finished for the year.” He high-fived Tristan then did their hand-slap-shake-elbow knock thing he and the other footballers did whenever they got a chance.
“You could be forty and you’d still be my students.” King nudged Max’s elbow with his own and smirked.
“Yeah, nah.” Carter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “But seriously, that your girl?”
“It was. She was congratulating me on finishing school for the year.”
They were joined by Jess and Izzy, twins who managed to look like real-life anime characters with their pigtails, long socks, and black chunky school shoes. “Mr V’s got a girlfriend,” Tristan explained, slipping his hand into Izzy’s.
“Oooh, can we see pics?” Jess asked.
“Especially if they’re X-rated,” Carter added, wiggling his eyebrows. “Unless she’s old like you, or ugly. Don’t want to see her if she looks like a bloke.”
“Carter,” King warned, unimpressed with the cockiness. “Tone it down.”
“There’s no way,” Jess added. “Mr V’s got the hot-prof vibe happening. He’d totally be able to hook up with someone pretty.”
“For the record, she is beautiful. But even if she wasn’t, looks aren’t everything.” He paused for a moment, contemplating how to word his next comment, but blunt honesty seemed to be the best with this lot given the excitable mood they were in. “I also date men, so my girlfriend could just as easily have been my boyfriend.”
“I didn’t know you were gay,” Tristan pointed out. “That why you run the queer kids club?”
“I’m bisexual, not gay, and yes, that’s why I run it.”
Carter’s lips turned down in a frown and he asked, “Who’s going to run it next year after you’re gone?”
“Miss Stone is until another staff member volunteers.” Another teacher had put her hand up. King appreciated the gesture—he didn’t want the club to be shut down before he’d even finished. “Stay safe and check in sometime.” He gave them details of his new school and nodded a goodbye to them.
He had his things loaded into his car and was on his way home to get changed within minutes. End of school year traffic was horrendous, and after an hour of battling it, he finally pulled into his drive. All he wanted to do was go for a surf to let off some steam, and then relax, cuddled up with Adds. But it wasn’t happening—the surfing part at least. His parents insisted on having him over—an end-of-year dinner that they always invited Father Brendan to. His priest couldn’t make it this year, much to his parents’ disappointment, but King was relieved. As much as he wanted to introduce Adds to his friends and wider family, he didn’t want Father Brendan to be the first.
He showered, changed, and headed on out the door to pick her up. Hopefully, he could convince her to stay the night. She was heading to Sydney on Sunday afternoon, ready to start her face-to-face classes, and he wanted to spend every possible moment with her. If it weren’t for Liam, he would have made the trip with her. While he was bummed, he genuinely wanted to help Liam too. The man put up a cocky front, being a smart arse whenever given the chance, but King had seen him in a few quieter moments too—ones where he didn’t know he was being watched—and had seen glimpses of a sensitive man beneath the bravado. King couldn’t help wanting to get to know him. His attraction to Liam had been sizzling under the surface for months. It wasn’t as if he would ever act on it, but he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued.
But until then, he got to spend time with the love of his life.
Adds greeted him with outstretched arms and a kiss with smiling lips coated in strawberry-flavoured gloss. “Hey, handsome.”
She took his breath away. Her hair was freshly dyed, the pink electric in its vibrancy. Styled in loose curls with a part pinned back she was stunning. Her black blouse was cute as a button, and paired with a flowy skirt and black ballet flats, she was sexy and adorable.
“Hi to you. You’re gorgeous today and every day, of course.” He kissed her again, slow and sweet, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. The subtle scent of vanilla filled his senses when he breathed her in, but there was something underlying too, something uniquely her that he couldn’t get enough of.
The next three weeks without her was going to be hell.
“Hi, everyone, bye, everyone,” he called out and whisked her out the door before they had a chance to answer. Carol came to the door, popping her head out as they stepped off the front stoop.
“Enjoy yourselves. See you sometime Sunday morning, Addy?”
As she answered, “Yep, I’ll be back to pick up my things, then King is taking me to the airport,” she ran her fingers down his face, staring into his eyes. They held a warmth that lit him up from the inside, an affection he was so privileged to be on the receiving end of.
“Okay, love. See you then.”
“Bye,” he answered absently as the door closed and he pressed his mouth to hers again. Sweeping his tongue along her lip, she opened immediately, and he licked in and tasted her. Sliding his hands down to her waist, he moaned as she pressed in closer. They were connected from top to toe. He would happily have stood there for hours taking his fill, but Adds’s stomach rumbled.
“We should go. Sooner we eat, the sooner I can get you naked.” Her grin turned wicked, and King reached between them to resituate himself. With his luck, he’d have a permanent zipper imprint on his semi.
With his parents’ place around the corner from his school, it didn’t take long to reach. He pulled into the drive of the modest single-storey brown-brick house and killed the engine. His mum was already waiting on the front step, her apron with images of her home city, Valetta, covering her generous bosom and waist. “Aw sabiha,” she greeted, Maltese for hey, beautiful, rolling off his mother’s tongue as sa-bih-ha. Cupping both of Adds’s cheeks, she smiled and continued in English, “How are you, my girl?”
“I’m well, Mum.” She beamed, his mother lighting up like a Christmas tree at the term of endearment.
