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I stared at the phone after she’d hung up, telling myself over and over that this was the right thing to do. The kiss had been amazing—she was amazing—but it couldn’t happen. If only for the fact that I was her fucking teacher, this was wrong.
It didn’t feel that way, though. When we were together it felt equal. She was as bright and mature as me. That wasn’t saying much, but she wasn’t your average eighteen-year-old.
Eighteen. I was only twenty-three. She was only five years younger than me, a socially acceptable age difference. The surge of anticipation that had rushed through me when I’d found out she was eighteen had shocked me. I liked Wrenn a lot, but it was only when we kissed that I realized my feelings for her extended beyond attraction. Her comment about how, had things formed differently, we could’ve both been in college at the same time had gotten under my skin.
She was right: I wouldn’t have blinked an eye about asking out a pretty freshman.
God, those lips—so soft and smooth. And the way she’d touched my face had made me numb. My body tingled just thinking about her.
Stop! This wasn’t going to happen. Tomorrow, you are going to tell her that, and then you will distance yourself from her.
Except something told me Wrenn wasn’t going to be so easily swayed. And I knew it wouldn’t take much pushing for me to snap. I have to stop thinking about this or I’m going to go insane.
Opening the fridge, I grabbed a soda and sat down at my computer. I logged into Skype to see if Cam was around. He wasn’t, so I sent him an email.
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Dude,
How’s it going? Let me know when you’re around and we’ll Skype.
Say hi to Amy.
Dalton
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I’d just clicked send when a notification buzzed through from Cam saying he was online. I clicked Call. His face popped up, and I laughed. His usual shaggy blond mop of hair was styled into place, and he wore a suit instead of his usual T-shirt and jacket.
“Nice look,” I snorted.
“Yeah, well, I had an interview, then I had to do this thing for Amy. Anyway, it’s not important. What’s up?”
“Not much, dude. Just wanted a familiar face to chat to.”
“Aww, poor Dalton’s not homesick, is he?” Cam tsked as I laughed.
“Fuck off. I’ve had a hard week. This just keeps getting worse.”
“That bad?” He winced, scratching his ear.
“Let’s just say I’m making this much more complicated than it needs to be,” I sighed. Did I tell him about Wrenn, or not? I wanted to, but something was stopping me. The less people knew about this, the better. “Anyway, things will get better. They have to, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Cam said, raising his eyebrows and not looking convinced. “So when are you back home next? We’ll catch up.”
“Definitely. It probably won’t be until the end of my contract though.”
“Sweet. Well, stay out of trouble, and you watch yourself around those young hussies,” he warned, clicking his tongue.
If only he knew.
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After an hour of grading homework assignments, I could barely keep my eyes open. Fuck, I was tired. They could wait, because right then all I wanted to do was sleep.
I shoved everything back in my briefcase and stumbled down to the bedroom. I hung my jacket over the bedpost and peeled off my shirt, discarding it on the ground. Unbuttoning my jeans, I took them and my boxers off and climbed into bed.
It took my body a few minutes to adjust to the temperature of the freezing sheets. I lay there, almost asleep, but unable to switch my mind off. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I felt myself get hard, aroused at the thought of her smile, those lips. God I could only imagine the feel of them on my...
Fuck! I rolled over, disgusted with myself. I was not going to jerk off while thinking about her. She was my fucking student! There was nothing I wanted more than to see where this...whatever this was, took us. But I had to be realistic.
It was never going to happen.
Chapter Thirteen
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Wrenn
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There were no words strong enough to explain how I was feeling as I approached the theater. He stood against the wall, staring at me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his knee bent, foot propped up against the wall.
I’d thought long and hard about what to wear tonight, and seeing his eyes widen and his body tense, I knew the low-cut black dress and cream heels had been a great choice, even if I was freezing my ass off. I wanted to make him squirm inside. We both knew what he was going to say, and I was planning on testing his resolve tonight. That kiss had felt so incredible that I wasn’t ready to give up on him yet.
“Wow, you look stunning,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over me.
I smiled and tilted my head. I had scrubbed up pretty well. “We should go in,” I replied.