Teasing Isadora always made your day, especially when she tried to hide her smile. Keeping your little secret with her only made it better.

So when the two of you went to find Enid and Wednesday, you weren’t expecting the scene that greeted you when Isadora opened the door—Bruno kissing Enid. You made a face immediately, while Isadora quickly masked hers. The pair broke apart in a rush, both guilty.

“Uh… Professor Capri, I was just checking on Enid,” Bruno stammered, still breathless.

“I’m sure Enid’s lips are fine,” Isadora replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow.

You nearly lost it, covering your laugh behind her shoulder. When Bruno finally left, you shot Enid a knowing look before slipping out yourself to find Wednesday.

Later, in her classroom, you entered with a chuckle. Isadora looked up at once.

“What?” she asked, straightening.

“Enid’s lips are fine,” you teased, perching on her desk near her chair.

She shook her head, trying not to laugh.

“You’re hilarious.” You nudged her foot lightly, watching her hide a smile behind her papers. For a moment, you just admired her profile, then checked the door before leaning closer.

“Mine aren’t,” you whispered. “Maybe you should check on them.”

She tensed, gripping the papers tightly.“That… that’s inappropriate,” she said, her voice soft and uneven.

“So is everything in this school,” you murmured, gently sliding the paper from her hand. “Relax.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as your scent reached her, her hand flattening against the desk.

“It’s not that easy…” she whispered.

“Why?” you breathed, studying her face.

“Because you don’t know how much I want you,” she admitted, eyes opening to meet yours.

Your breath caught, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You—really?”

She exhaled shakily, glancing toward the door before back at you her wolf clawing at her. “What are you doing to me?”

“You’re losing control, Professor,” you whispered, your eyes flicking to her parted lips.

She swallowed hard, before she forced her lips shut, fangs hidden. Then—the bell rang.

You froze, then pushed off the desk. “Sorry,” you muttered, before slipping out.

After school, when she reached her car, you leaned against it nervously.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry for earlier,” you rushed. “Please don’t be mad.”

Her hand lingered on the door handle before she sighed. “Get in the car.”

You hesitated, then slipped into the passenger seat. She pulled out silently, tension heavy in the air. Minutes later, her voice broke the quiet.

“I’m not angry with you.”

You let out a shaky breath, shoulders easing.

She parked near the woods, finally turning to you. This was nothing new, it was always either her apartment or somewhere hidden in the car.

“Now,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips, “what was it you said about your lips?”

You swallowed before smiling slightly and whispering . “I… asked if you could check on them.”

She hummed, biting her lip as she leaned closer, her hand gently cupping your face.

“I can do that,” she whispered eyes on your lips.