Dominic balls his hand into a fist and drops it to his side, feeling properly chastised. He knows he’s acting like a schoolboy with a crush—hell! He is a schoolboy with a crush. His voice is petulant as he mumbles, “not different,” but the intensity in Billy’s eyes as he hisses out his demand serves to remind Dom that he isn’t a boy any longer. Need and want translate themselves in the ache between his thighs and he nods his head once, leaving the room and walking towards the office, not checking to see if Professor Boyd is following.