"Hubby!" I called with an innocent smile, not failing to catch the mischievous expression on Nix's face. Mischief sparkled in his eyes, with a smile of indecency playing on his lips.
How did I get here?
It wasn't jealousy or anything like that. I was on my way out when a sudden nosebleed had me rushing to the women's room. After cleaning up, I received an urgent call from our TA.
"What trouble have you gotten yourself into?" she demanded, sounding panicked.
"Excuse me! What are you talking about?" I responded, feeling lost and oblivious.
"The professor said, and I quote, 'Ask Carmela to submit three portrait drawings of Tomline Dean in the next seven days.' If you don't complete this, it's going to affect your scholarship."
"What the f..? I thought we were on holiday break. And who is this Tomline Dean?" I cursed.
