Derek grabbed James's hand and bit it gently. He looked at James innocently and mumbled. "Then what is kissing? I haven't kissed before. Can you teach me, Mr. Walker?"
The warmth of the boy's lips hit James's skin, and the tingling sensation was mixed with itchiness.
James quickly withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and clenched it into a fist, but on the surface, he still said calmly, "As a student, passing exams is something you should do."
"I don't care!" Derek's face crumpled up cutely.
Like a kid begging for candy, he said, "Mr. Walker, I want a reward! I just want it! Give it to me, OK?"
James pursed his thin lips, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Well, I will consider it. It's getting late. I should go. Remember to lock the door for me."
He picked up his jacket and put it on his arm. He passed the boy, and walked out.
It was not until he walked out the door that James curled his lips and smiled silently.
