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it for me? So you could fuck me on it?”
     
    A laugh shot out of my mouth. I hadn’t expected her vulgarity, but I liked it. “My, my, Ms. Ulrich, is that any way for a teacher to talk?”
     
    “Honey, you ain’t heard nothing yet! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but teachers and nurses are the dirtiest people on Earth.”
     
    “So you’ll keep me on my toes, I guess,” I said, chuckling still.
     
    “You got that right.” She turned serious. “Thank you for the bed. I really, really like it. I went and bought new bedding this afternoon.”
     
    “I’m glad you like it, and I hope you like it enough to let me take you out again,” I asked.
     
    “Of course. When?”
     
    “Are you available Thursday?”
     
    “Yes. But I have to be home early,” she reminded me. “School night and all.”
     
    “You’ll be home by your curfew; I promise,” I told her. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
     
    “Me, too. I wish it was sooner,” she murmured.
     
    “Ah, but the wait will make it even better. Good night, sweet lady.”
     
    “Good night, handsome man.”

Mel
     
    I woke up with Will on the brain. I had slept better on my new bed than I had in longer than I could remember. The bed felt like lying on clouds that adjusted when I moved to maximize comfort. When my alarm went off for school, I hit snooze so I could lay there longer. After another ten minutes of luxuriating in my cloud bed, I finally forced myself to get up and get ready to go to work. I wished for summer so I could lounge in luxury. Alas, it was only late September, so I would have to wait until Thanksgiving break for lounging.
     
    I meandered through my morning routine. I woke up much earlier than necessary so I didn’t have to rush, though the ten-minute snooze added a quicker step than I would have liked. As I walked to the kitchen to make my morning coffee and bagel, I glanced back into my room longingly, sighing with happiness.
     
    On Thursday night, Will was getting a sweet treat, though I’d have to put some thought into it. What could I buy a man who bought me a bed and had it delivered the same day? It must have cost a fortune. Madison had freaked when I’d sent her a selfie while lying back against my pillows. My phone rang almost immediately after I sent the picture.
     
    “What is that?” Madison had shrieked by way of greeting.
     
    “So you know how Will and I broke my bed last night? He bought me a new one!” I hadn’t been able to keep the elation out of my voice.
     
    “Holy shit! That’s outrageous!” she’d replied, laughing uproariously.
     
    “I know! I feel a little guilty accepting it, though.”
     
    “I wouldn’t. He broke it,” Madison reminded me.
     
    “While fucking me! It’s not like he threw himself on it and it broke,” I told her. “Obviously, I got over my reluctance. I bought new bedding for it.”
     
    “It’s great! Are you seeing him again?”
     
    “Yep, on Thursday. I just hope school isn’t awkward this week,” I murmured, my happiness a little dampened by the thought of Cara and her friends—or worse, her enemies.
     
    “It will be fine,” Madison assured me. “Even if there is an issue, it will blow over when some new scandal happens.”
     
    “And a new scandal will probably happen by tomorrow afternoon. It’s high school.” I laughed. “Okay, well, be jealous while I sink into my new mattress. Good night!”
     
    “Good night, bitch,” Madison said through a laugh.
     
    “We can have a sleepover soon,” I offered.
     
    “Can we have a pillow fight? In our bras and panties?”
     
    “I thought that was the definition of sleepover,” I said. We ended the call, and I slept like a baby.
     
    As I drove to school, I sent Will a good morning text.
     
    Good morning. I hope you slept as well as I did last night. My new bed is magnificent. Thank you again.
     
    I had no idea what time he got up in the morning. I assumed he brought Cara to school, as she