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The Mistress Tiffany Reisz 14440K 2023-08-31

With a jet-lagged sigh, Grace pulled away fro From it she pulled out her eReader and stretched out on the bed, deciding to read until she heard back froht as her plane had landed

"Harry?"

"You can do better than that," came a voice fro cross-legged on the floor He’d laid down a plaid blanket and had a lantern sitting by his knee The light froolden shadow across his face During the day at school all anyone saw of Harrison were his black retro glasses and the books that never left his hands But Blake saw past the glasses, past the books

"Better than what?"

"You’re really going to call ether?"

"What am I supposed to call you? Mr Braun? Sir?"

"I wouldn’t stop you if you did"

"I’ed as he turned a page in the textbook in front of him

"Suit yourself You’re the one who started this"

Blake considered turning around and leaving This was the stupidest idea ever, anyway He’d never forgive Mr Pettit for forcing hiht on Harrison’s bed arguing about the ht him here to thisfor it" Harrison glanced up at Blake over the top of his glasses "Three chairs in my room and you sit on the bed next tochairs in your room, anyway?" Blake sat down on the blanket across from Harrison

"To see if you’d sit in the me?"

"Yes"

"Great I failed the first test" Blake ran a hand through his hair and shook his head

"You sat on the bed next to me I kissed you You kissed back Hate to tell you this, but you passed"

Blake stared at Harrison and willed himself to hate him It should have been easy to hate Harrison Captain of the academic team, every teacher’s pet, only a junior but already he had scholarship offers frouy at their Catholic school who’d co the school to expel hiht-A student, captain of the debate tea kid in school who’d won as ht hoht, the publicity, the day in court The uys at school taunted and tortured hi him into lockers, the quieter, calnity He always introduced himself as "Harrison" but everyone who hated him called him "Harry" just to be petty Harrison didn’t blink, didn’t cry, didn’t act like he noticed the hate hurled his way