Bab 380: First day of work

Months later…

"Mhm." Cosette moaned, grinning against Maxen's lips. She loosened her grip around his arms, drawing her head back. "Max, it's my first day of work. I can't be late, you know?"

Maxen pulled her waist closer. "What's the rush? There are still two hours. It'll be quick," he teased, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

"Max…" Cosette chuckled and then slapped his chest when she felt his hand squeeze his bottom. "Stop it. I want to leave a good first impression — you know how much I worked hard for me to get in, right?"

'Even if you didn't work hard, you're already overqualified,' was what came to his mind, but kept it to himself. After all, Cosette did work hard to get into the high school she wanted to teach. 

"Is this how you feel every morning whenever I go to work?" he frowned. "I feel like crying."