See? Home training. Now she won't have to tidy up while he's away, leaving her with oodles of time to slap sense into and out of herself. Luckily (or unluckily) nobody else arrives at this late hour to watch the librarian twist her hair and scold no one. Only rumor worse than whispers she's overly affectionate with a student is everyone deciding she's a crazy lady. They would have her living in a hut with six cats in under a week.

A TIME magazine and an empty mug are situated before her linked hands when he pops back in, tea and muffins in tow. Paloma glances up from the open page, pretending not to have heard the doors and heavy footsteps... or the scent of ejaculate clinging to him. Oh my God.

Up goes her hand again, twisting a lock of hair more viciously. "Mister Jekyll. You really came back." Helpless to resist, her eyes tick down to his groin and then away to the reflective floor.