Not in class

I watch him fold a hastily scrawled note, and tuck it inside the book he is pretending to read.  I know it’s meant for me, and he’ll see to it the book finds its way into my hands.

He’s watching me now.  I told him not to.  Not in class, in front of the others.  

I glance shyly across at him, and see him smiling.  I flush as I realise he too is remembering yesterday.  

The bell rings marking the end of the lesson.  He looks crestfallen as we’re brought back to our aching reality.

“Leave your homework on my desk as you go,” I say.