everything going for me—the grades, the scholarship, the goals. I’ve had it all
planned out for years. Then she came along. On the outside she has it all
together—on the inside she’s damaged goods. She needs me. I just have to decide
if she’s worth everything I’m about to lose.
this town to escape the claws of my past. A simple life in a small town—I just
want to live under the radar and blend in. I was doing just that until Knox
caught my eye. They say when you know, you know—that we can’t help who we fall
in love with. The rules are pretty simple, so why am I breaking them all? I’m a
teacher, and he’s my student—this can’t end well. More than just rules are
going to be broken. I just hope his heart can be mended when it’s all said and
here with my breasts and my ass hanging out of my silk nightgown. Knox watches
me like he’s waiting for me to make a move and grab the blanket that lies at my
feet. I look down at it, but I’m frozen in place.
perfectly sculpted body that stands just a few feet away from—more so, the
bulge that’s growing in his boxers. I keep my head down, struggling to speak.
“I…I’m sorry, I thought the house would be empty. If I had known you were
side, he bends over, reaching for the blanket. I can feel the burn of his eyes
singe down my body, as he reaches for it, starting with my breasts and ending
at my toes. He comes back up, and if my heavy breathing weren’t a big enough
sign of my pent-up sexual deprivation, my trembling legs are.
the scent of whiskey and sweet cinnamon rolls off of him. I can tell he’s had
enough liquor to intoxicate us both, as he stumbles to the side. I place a
helping hand on him to catch his fall, as he slowly lowers down to a sitting
position on the all-white sofa. “Are you alright?”
now.” His bloodshot eyes fight to stay open.
attempt to walk away, but his hand on my wrist has me frozen once again. I look
down at his fingers wrapped around me and feel enamored by his touch.
nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s so wrong, but everything about being near
him feels so right. He’s like a drug that I want to inhale, just to see how it
makes me feel. It could destroy me—or, it can free me from myself.
into the empty space between us.
against mine, as he whispers in my ear, “Don’t go.”
beautiful children with her husband of eleven years.
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