Pleasure After Detention I

MIRA spun around as she was gathering her things into her bag, she had just heard a movement behind her. Daniel stood before her, his young face a mask of feigned innocence that did little to hide the hungry glint in his eyes. The clock on the wall read seven minutes past six. His detention had ended an hour ago, so why was he still here?

“You’re still here, Daniel,” Mira’s voice, a low murmur, barely cut through the silence. She crossed her arms, a futile ...