through his thoughts.
A part of him knew he was playing with fire when he’d invited Alex after class, but he tried to delude himself into thinking it was innocent. He had avoided his feelings for her all semester, but her outfit and the poetry was all too much for him. When his lips finally met hers, he knew he was undone. Afterwards, he’d sat at his desk in shame. Reality felt like a slap in the face. He could get fired, and he deserved to be. What he’d done was unethical. The problem was that, as much as he hated himself for doing it, he wanted to do it again.
Even more ashamedly, he’d taken off and left Alex there with only a stupid note in excuse. If he was her, he wouldn’t meet him, and if he wanted a clear conscience, he had to hope she didn’t. But the truth was, he really wanted to see her again.
He ran until his legs were jelly and got home sweating and frustrated. He showered and got to class early, hoping the day would go fast.
When five o’clock finally came around, Caleb had already collected his papers and was sitting at his desk, watching the door. He watched five, then ten minutes go by, but Alex never came.
Alex wondered if it was a mistake not meeting Caleb the next day, but her pride wouldn’t let her do it. She didn’t go to class the next week either. She knew she was being immature by avoiding him, but she couldn’t help it. When she was around him, she couldn’t think straight.
She was so annoyed with herself for giving into him so easily. She had never moved that fast with anyone in her life. Not to mention that he was a teacher. A teacher! Never in her wildest dreams had Alex ever considered sleeping with a teacher. It was just not the kind of person she was. And then for him to leave her there, like what had happened meant nothing to him. She was embarrassed on so many levels.
To do something so reckless when she was so close to gradation was just insanity. And yet… she couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands all over her or the way he kissed her. His lips fit with hers perfectly, and he kissed her with such passion and desperation. It was hard to forget.
When the next week came, she decided enough was enough. They were both adults and could handle a few months around each other. She hoped he would just ignore her so they could put the whole thing behind them. Graduation was just around the corner and then she would be gone and never have to see him again.
When the time came for class, she intended to hold her head up high and waltz right in. At the last second, she chickened out and snuck in when he wasn’t looking instead. It worked. Caleb didn’t even notice she was there until class had already started.
She kept her head down for most of the hour, but every time she lifted it, Caleb was looking right at her. She looked around at the other students to see if they noticed, but they didn’t seem to.
She was annoyed to see that he looked better than ever. Even though she tried not to, she couldn’t help sneak peeks at him. God, he was sexy. She was so attracted to the cool confidence he had while he stood there reading, his sexy voice gliding over the words as if he’d written them himself. His muscles strained underneath his shirt, and now she didn’t have the luxury of being oblivious to what was under there. She could still picture his strong arms and bare chest. She looked into his eyes, but she couldn’t hold his gaze for too long. The deep blue bore into her as if pleading with her.
When class was over, she was so engrossed in contemplating her exit strategy that she didn’t even notice it had ended. Her plan was to run out with the crowd, but by the time she realized what was happening, half the class had already left. She grabbed her books as quickly as possible and made a run for it. Half way down the steps, she dropped a folder and the papers in it scattered across the floor. Not even looking up, she scrambled to get them all back in their
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