Yes, but not for the reason you want

Diana nods her head silently and turns away with her hand rising to her cheek hiding what might be a blush. The memory of Ms. Naylor from last night with her face flushed with sexual excitement makes you want to follow her and take her in your arms but instead you open the door quietly and start to slip out.

"Wait." Your heart leaps in your throat, but it is not what you're hoping for. "I forgot to tell you. The parents of one of our more difficult students will be here for a meeting tomorrow. There was an incident Saturday, and Coach Watts and Mr. Carter have seemingly been able to reach out to the girl, and convince her to repent and modify her behaviour. Frankly, I was about to expel her, but I've decided to give her another chance. Her parent's are more than a little problematic. It's not necessary for you to be at the meeting with them, but I don't doubt they have concerns about the Code of Conduct."

You nod your head silently not quite trusting your voice but then after a calming breath you excuse yourself.

"I will see you in the tomorrow Ms. Naylor." It felt much safer to use her full name even if she wasn't wearing the armor of her woolen suits.

"The dining hall opens at seven, for the girls, but Luisa will be there before six and she is always happy to feed teachers early." Diana shakes her head sending waves of loose brown hair swaying, "That woman would feed the world if she could. Why are you smiling?"

"I met Luisa this morning. I made the mistake of asking for cereal," you say with a sheepish shrug.

"You didn't!" she laughs. "She must have been outraged."

"Outraged would be a mild way of putting it. She's formidable. I had bacon and eggs."

"Probably the only way you made it out unscarred...I mean without more scars...I mean..." she suddenly blushes furiously, embarrassed by her gaffe, her eyes full of remorse.

"I know what you mean Diana. No need to be sorry," you say softly. This time you do back away, closing the door after you. Your fingers are itching to comb through Diana's brown hair and pull her to your - "God, Hawk!" You mutter to yourself, "You're not a damn 18 year old recruit, you are a grown fucking man."