t had been about three weeks since Harry and I started ‘dating.’
We couldn’t really call it dating because we could never really go anywhere in public together as we didn't want to risk people seeing us. Instead it was either hanging at his house or mine.
It was kind of weird to be going out with my english teacher...never in my wildest dreams did I think that that was going to happen! I felt like I was right where I belonged when I was with him, but also like I had unlocked some sort of dirty fantasy of mine that I didn’t know existed. Dating your hot english teacher was kind of...well, sexy.
I still hadn’t told anyone about it, but I think Daisy was suspecting something was up.
“Why are your cheeks so rosy today Soph?!” She had asked me in math.
I had shrugged and told her I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“I know that look. That is the look of love missy! Tell me who’s the guy?!”
Of course, I couldn’t tell her no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn’t risk Harry getting caught. And besides, we had promised each other that we wouldn’t tell anyone.