DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)

I wake up to the familiar scent that has haunted my dreams since that one night with him. It’s weird how, after all this time, I still sense his presence.

The way I dream about how he touched me and worshipped my body should be criminal. Hell, it could be considered obsessive. Maybe it’s because he’s the first person I’ve been with since Gerrard?

The thoughts of doing those things with anyone but him makes my stomach twist in knots, yet he made no move to take my phone number. Sharna might be right. Maybe we should return to the club and seek him out, but the thought of doing that and risking seeing him with someone else makes me want to throw up.

Nope, definitely won’t be doing that.

I need to get over it—or under it, like Sharna suggests. Maybe it’s time to date again.

Tony in the sports department has asked me out numerous times, and he’s not bad to look at, but he has a desperate look in his eyes that screams I killed his puppy every time I say I’m not ready to date.

Staring into the mirror, I glance over myself one last time. My red hair glistens in the sun, and my skin glows like never before. The way he called me Little Red set my body ablaze with a potent fire I wish would burn for an eternity.

Since that night, it’s like Rocco unleashed something inside of me that made me feel alive. He delivered me with so many compliments that confidence oozed from me. I felt his need for me in my bones and my pussy too. His hungry eyes were full of sincerity, and after years of being suppressed, I finally released my inhibitions and became the woman I want to be.

I became me.

Heat travels over my face at the way my thoughts have once again returned to him, and I shake my head, then grab my laptop bag and slip my feet into my pumps. Even with my heels on, I’m still small, but at my normal height of five foot two, they fill me with assurance as I deliver lessons to my students. With that thought in mind, I stride toward my door toward my working day.

It’s time I move on with my life, and maybe it’s time I move on from him too.