Tommy was waiting for her at the door and he reached for her hand as she stepped into the kitchen. He shut the door, and Chrysta gasped as he tugged her to put his hand on her back and kiss her.
Chrysta ran her hands up his chest until she could reach and hold unto his neck. Tommy put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, groaning, making a riot of butterflies erupt in Chrysta's stomach. When he broke off the kiss, Tommy put his lips up to Chrysta's ear. "I've been wanting to kiss you all day," he told her in a husky whisper, tickling her ear.
"Have you?" Chrysta asked, trying to sound cool and collected even though she knew her face was bright red.
Tommy hummed. "I would say to come to my room later if you want to, but I don't think Cross would appreciate that invite."
Chrysta bit her lip. "Well, Mr. Cross doesn't need to know. I can always teleport to your room," she suggested.
Tommy beamed at her, and opened his mouth, but before he could respond, there was a heavy knock at the door, making the couple jump. "Mr. Monroe, what do you think you're doing?" came Mr. Cross's muffled voice through the door.
Chrysta didn't even really think about it; she just teleported across the room with a pop, right next to the counter with the chopping board in front of her. Tommy stumbled slightly without Chrysta in front of him, but he recovered and smiled at her. Then, he opened the door to reveal a scowling Mr. Cross.
"Yes?" Tommy asked with a huge grin on his face.
Mr. Cross looked between the changeling and Chrysta. Chrysta held a knife that Tommy had used to chop the vegetables in front of her, trying to smile and hoping her blush wasn't too noticeable. "What do you think you two are doing?" Mr. Cross asked.
"Chopping vegetables?" Chrysta said, silently kicking herself for sounding uncertain of her answer.
"Uh-huh," Mr. Cross said. Chrysta noticed Rosa and Julien behind the empath, trying not to laugh. "Mr. Monroe, I don't know how often I have to say no hanky-panky."
"I thought you said no shenanigans," Tomy joked.
Mr. Cross put his finger up in the air. "Ah! No! You know what I mean!"
"No shenanigans, no hanky-panky, no chopping vegetables," Tommy yelled as he walked back to Chrysta, playfully throwing his hands up in the air. After he stalked to the counter he leaned on it and folded his arms. "Just can't do anything around here!"
All the teens were laughing as Mr. Cross glared at the changeling. "Oh, 'chopping vegetables,'" he said with a leer. "Is that what the children are calling it nowadays?"
