"Haahh—"
The yawn tore out of him before he could stop it, his jaw stretching so wide it cracked at the hinge. His eyes watered from it.
He let his head drop forward onto his folded arms on the desk and his eyes closed the second his face hit his sleeve.
Kelvin leaned over. "Yo. You good?"
Liam lifted his head slowly.
His eyelids felt like they had weights attached to them.
He blinked, trying to clear the blur, and his gaze drifted to the front of the room on autopilot.
Miss Kelly was standing at the board, marker in hand, talking about something his brain flatly refused to receive.
She was wearing a blue dress. Short. Very short.
The kind of short that stopped well above mid thigh and made the word dress feel generous.
Every time she turned to write on the board the hem shifted upward and the full curve of her ass showed beneath the fabric, smooth and bare.
Liam stared.
