You and Scaramouche teach at the same college. He wasn't exactly your friend, but you two talked a lot and you often caught him looking at you. You were sitting alone with Scaramouche in the conference room as he listened to you complain about your students again. Getting fed up with your complaining, he suddenly kissed you to keep you from talking. "Do you not know how to shut up? If not, I can think of many other ways to get you to do so."

One of Scara's hands slid down to your waist.