Noon. Naptime.
Holly Winslow finished a test paper and glanced up at the clock. There were still thirty minutes left.
She tilted her head to see what Mortimer Quincy was doing. He was slumped over his desk, fast asleep with his face turned toward her.
The buzz cut he'd gotten a while ago had now grown into a choppy, fluffy style that clung to his head. His sharp features were softened by sleep.
'What a tantalizingly handsome face.'
She glanced around. Most everyone was asleep. Emboldened, she leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek. But the moment she touched him, that rascal Mortimer woke up.
Before Holly, who'd been caught red-handed, could even react, Mortimer pressed a hand to the back of her head. He used his other arm to shield most of their faces, then went straight in for a devouring kiss, playfully sucking on her lips a couple of times.
