“You’re a student, and I’m a teacher, Barsov!” she hissed, adding a teacherly tone.
“And immediately get dressed!”
“You’re my former teacher…” I wasn’t planning to dress up—I was going to even the score by amount of clothes with Arina in my favor.
“That’s against the rules!”
“What rules? We’re not in university. You like me, you want me—and it’s mutual. You have no choice—you’ll be mine, Riodionovna!”
“Barsov, I’m married!”
“Everyone has their flaws, Arina Riodionovna. And seriously, I found out—you're getting divorced. So run if you want, don’t run, I’ll still catch up and…”
“And what?”
“And I’ll marry you, teacher!”
Falling for the former teacher so hard that the roof flies off? I can. I know how. I practice. Three years ago I tried to make her mine, but I got sent to a butterfly farm to catch butterflies—and she got married and moved away. But fate brought us together again. And now she won’t go anywhere from me!