Emmie still has yet to recover. It is normal. It is already good that she is not out of breath after the fifteen minutes spent fighting with our lips.
I'm the one pulling her along while she touches her lips with her other hand. More unconsciously than anything else, she tightens her hand on mine which is holding her.
Yeah, this relationship of ours has really changed. There is no way for it to be a simple ambiguous friendship anymore. I'm also recalling the sensation of her lips on mine. Neither of us have thin lips, and the softness from the exchange is still exciting me. And there is also her tongue. The memory of it makes my heart pound even though my face doesn't show it.
After the initial surprise, Emmie has been so proactive that she seems to have been waiting for what happened. No shyness, and more than that, no inexperience.
The last point is what really surprised me. The former, not so much. She has always been outgoing, energetic, and bold. But she never had a boyfriend. She handled the kiss like she has been practicing when bored. That makes me wonder if I really do know all about her. She wiped away my anxiety while making instincts I didn't know came with the echoes in my head take over.
We arrive at the lab of chemistry Tyne has told me is the spot for the tutoring, and I abruptly open the door.
"Mister Tyne, we are here."
'Fuck!'
Tyne jumps like a thief before his laptop computer. His mind shines brightly with pictures not suitable for the faint of heart. My brows twitch because I struggle to hide my reaction.
Tyne hurriedly closes the window and looks at us. Emmie looks around the lab, unaware of what lies beyond the surface.
"Only the two of us?"
Tyne regains his composure belatedly. But the rosy tints glasses his gentle and approachable persona has created for all the students who feel admiration for him make Emmie not notice anything. He smiles slightly.
"Yes, for now. It is only the start of the year, and I like starting small."
"That's true. I heard that from our seniors from the previous years I asked."
Tyne raises his eyebrows at Emmie. He focuses on her chest when she jumps on her feet, and that makes me frown deeper than I would have before. I rush forward to interrupt his subtle act of leering.
"Professor, what were you doing, you seemed sneaky!"
I can't believe it myself, but I use the talent boys lose while growing up and which girls can enjoy all their lives. I play cute and move to the desk. Before Tyne can say anything, I lean to the side to look at his screen and I tease with a smile:
"Professor, what were you doing? You seemed nervous when we came?"
"Was I?"
He replies with a smile but at the same time, recoils. I only know little about psychology and behavioral patterns, but that seems like a defensive move to me.
Emmie also gets playful at my words and hurries over.
"Woo~! Mister Tyne has secrets he is trying to hide!"
I would have rolled my eyes if not for the truth in those words.
"Professor, what did you hide?"
"You look like you are doing better, Max. What do you think I have to hide?"
He shakes his head and smiles at me, but I don't care. I put my finger on his tactile mouse and pull out the window he has only reduced. It is a cloud server, with a lock, as could have been expected.
Emmie pushes her head beside me to also take a look.
"Woa, professor, you really are hiding something! What is the code?"
Tyne looks at us and smiles with a headshake.
"Sorry, girls, but I won't tell you that."
"Huh!? Why~? Come on professor?"
Emmie shakes his arm while making a cute face, but that does not help.
I smile at the scene, and interrupt.
"Maybe it is the birthdate of Mr Tyne."
Tyne freezes and looks at me in surprise. Emmie is also taken aback, but the professor's reaction got her excited.
"You are right, Max! Try it!"
I ignore Tyne's surprise and move my fingers over the keyboard to type the information I remember seeing when I looked up our dear professor online. But he calms down fast. The nervousness I picked up in his mind goes away, and he watches me try the code.
"How do you know my birthdate?"
"I just know it. What are you hiding, professor? What is the code?"
"Stop thinking about it, I won't give it to you. Anyway, the folder you want to access is full of advanced chemistry material for my advanced studies, they will not interest you, and you might not even understand anything."
I look away from the calm Tyne and turn my playful eyes to Emmie. She immediately gets my cue, as she is also curious like me.
"Come on, professor Tyne. Who knows if you were watching adult videos alone in the laboratory? Come, let us help you prove your innocence. Is the code the name of your girlfriend?"
Tyne only smiles. I pick up where Emmie has left it and throw in another idea.
"Or maybe it is the number equivalent of your name?"
"No."
"The initials of your parents?"
"No~."
"The initials of your siblings."
"I'm an only child."
"Then, hm… The birthday of your parents? You mother? Your parents?"
"Not that either."
As we throw possibilities at him, it turns into some sort of game which has him smiling and laughing in amusement.
I pretend to think and throw another idea.
"Maybe the names of your crushes over the years? Their initials? Or the students you would have pursued if they had been older. The students you have a crush on."
Emmie finds the thought interesting and looks at Tyne with a gossipy look.
"Oh~ Professor, do you have crushes on your students? Am I included?"
Tyne's eyes flash. He tries to hide his reaction and keep his composure, but his heartbeat accelerates when I put my hand on the keyboard, over the letters, and I unwittingly make them pass over some meaningful letters.
In the middle of my movements, I pause, and hold back the desire to throw up on the computer. That pause makes him recover from his slight panic.
"Alright, girls, go sit down. The sooner we start, the sooner we will finish. Go on."