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his fingers. He's a werewolf. Did I mention that? No one at the school knows.
If they did, he'd be out of a job. People don't like lycanthropes teaching
their precious kiddies. It's illegal to discriminate against someone for a
disease, but everyone does it. Why should the educational system be different?
He touched my cheek, just his fingertips. I turned my face into his hand,
brushing lips against his fingers. So much for being cool in front of the
kiddies. There were a few oohs and nervous laughs.
"I'll be right back, guys." More oohs, louder laughter, one "Way to go, Mr.
Zeeman." Richard motioned me out the door and I went, hands still in my
pockets. Normally, I'd have said I wasn't going to embarrass myself in front
of a bunch of eighth-graders, but lately I wasn't entirely trustworthy.
Richard led me a little ways from his classroom into the deserted hallway.
He leaned up against the wall of lockers and looked down at me. The little-boy
smile was gone. The look in his dark eyes made me shiver. I ran my hand down
his tie, smoothing it against his chest.
"Am I allowed to kiss you, or would that scandalize the kiddies?" I didn't
look up at him as I asked. I didn't want him to see the raw need in my eyes.
It was embarrassing enough that I knew he sensed it. You can't hide lust from
a werewolf. They can smell it.
"I'll risk it." His voice was soft, low, with a warm edge that made my
stomach clench.
I felt him bend over me. I raised my face to his. His lips were so soft. I
leaned against his body, palms flat against his chest. I could feel his
nipples harden under my skin. My hands slid to his waist, smoothing along the
cloth of his shirt. I wanted to pull his shirt out of his pants and run my
hands over bare skin. I stepped back from him feeling just a little
breathless.
It was my idea that we wouldn't have sex before marriage. My idea. But
damn, it was hard. The more we dated, the harder it got.
 "Jesus, Richard." I shook my head. "It gets harder, doesn't it?"
Richard's smile didn't look innocent or Boy Scoutish in the least. "Yes, it
does."
Heat rushed up my face. "I didn't mean that."
"I know what you meant." His voice was gentle, taking the sting out of the
teasing.
My face was still hot with embarrassment, but my voice was steady. Point
for me. "I've got to go out of town on business."
"Zombie, vampire, or police?"
"Zombie."
"Good."
I looked up at him. "Why good?"
"I worry more when you go away on police business, or vampire stakings. You
know that."
I nodded. "Yeah, I know that." We stood there in the hallway, staring at
each other. If things had been different, we'd be engaged, maybe planning a
wedding. All this sexual tension would have been coming to some kind of
conclusion. As it was . . .
"I'm going to be late as it is. I've got to go."
"Are you going to tell Jean-Claude bye in person?" His face was neutral
when he asked, but his eyes weren't.