Leon was treated to the perfect vision that was Jack's ass. He admired it while his teacher looked over the information in the folder, not bothering to avert his eyes when caught. Instead, he deliberately ran his eyes up the lean figure of the banshee until their gazes met.
"You know that I've been attending Harvard for the past year already, Mr. Cavanaugh." Leon chuckled and reached up to fix Jack's collar that needed no fixing at all. Still, Leon's fingers adjusted the fabric, lingering longer than necessary. He moved closer when he felt the hand on his hip, hazel eyes locked on Jack's.