Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,67

you loved me, too. When you shared your problem with me, it was an honor to be part of solving it and keeping you safe, but that honor doesn’t just stop there. With me telling you I love you, I’ve taken the responsibility of that honor for the rest of our lives—and that’s where this is headed, baby—”

“I feel the same,” she whispered, gasping when I began rubbing around her clit again. “I want to be the person who supports you through everything. I want to give you everything.”

“So why are you holding back on me?”

“Because it’s a miniscule problem,” she snapped. “Well, in the grand scheme of things, it is.”

Crawling up her body, I braced my weight on my left arm, and used my right hand to sweep my cock through her folds, circling it over her clit until she started panting. Then I lowered it back down and eased the head inside her, slowly pushing into her until I had a third of my length inside her.

“Try me,” I rasped. “There’s no miniscule problem that makes someone zone out as much as you have, and that makes it impossible for them to sleep at night.”

Tugging on the restraint again and growling when it didn’t give, she lifted her head and snapped, “Tabby says there’s a position going at the school that would be perfect for me. It would begin as an admin role mostly because I don’t have a teaching certification, but I can do that while doing the admin work. The principal wants students to have an idea of what psychology is as a way of helping mental health in teenagers, so he’s gotten approval to run a trial class based on it.”

When she went silent, I pushed all the way into her and then stayed still as I thought about what she was saying. “With social media and the information and videos that kids have at their fingertips nowadays, that’s a wise idea.”

Sighing, she shifted her head so that it was leaning against my forearm on the pillow. “That’s what it’s about. He wants me to outline the resources available, how to ask for help, things to look for in other students that could indicate an impending problem, and also to help them understand the reality of the internet versus the reality of real life.”

I could see that she liked the idea, but it didn’t answer what the issue was. “Why is this worrying you, baby?”

Shrugging a shoulder, she scanned my face, her expression softening when she stopped on my lips. “It’s a lot of responsibility. The information I learned at school is still fresh in my mind, and Tabby says there’s a course running just now at the hospital that I’d be allowed to join where I could get even more knowledge and training until college starts up again. After that, the head of the course, a man who recently retired after being a therapist for forty-seven years—” holy shit, that was a lot of psychology—“will be my go-to for anything that I can’t handle while I go back to college part-time to achieve my master’s in counseling, and also get my school counselor certification. He’ll also come into the school every two weeks until I’m certified to deal with the students' issues. It’s like we split the job until I can take the role over completely.”

Now I could see why she was worried.

“That’s a lot of work. So, you’d basically be running a program that taught the kids about pressing psychological problems and triggers while going to college to become a school counselor?”

“It’s not the work I’m afraid of. I’d be more dubious if they said I could just become a counselor right now. Can you imagine someone who doesn’t have what’s needed helping kids out without it?”

No, but the sad thing was, there were probably many schools that had it set up like that purely for the sake of having a guidance counselor for the kids. They were a crucial part of schools, so if you had someone with even a grasp of psychology, you’d be winning.

“It’s the responsibility of it all. I didn’t study it to become a psychologist or therapist, I did it because I found it interesting.”

“That’s why a majority of people major in stuff, pretty girl.”

When she laughed at my reply, I swear my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as her muscles squeezed around me.

“I’m scared of getting it wrong, and it having a detrimental