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while classes were already in session, she did miss lessons from the beginning of the term. With midterms coming up, I feel compelled to help her even though I shouldn’t be alone with her any longer. I’m finding it harder and harder to fight the attraction that’s there. I’m not positive, but it feels like she wants to make a move but isn’t sure how. I really hope, for her sake and my sanity, that she doesn’t. It would make things too complicated, and I really do enjoy spending time with her.
    “Let’s get this started. I want to try to make it home before Dillon and bake him something. It’s our anniversary,” she says, pulling a notepad and book out of her backpack. After everything she’s told me about him, I’m shocked she’s planning to celebrate anything with him. There’s also another feeling I’m not fully aware of, but it feels a lot like jealousy.
    We spend the next half hour discussing the traits of Mr. Darcy. If I would have remembered how much she loved this specific character I would have chosen another one…maybe Lizzie.
    “Noah, are you high? Mr. Darcy might be the greatest hero of any book written. He loved hard. Even after Lizzie shot him down multiple times, he never stopped fighting for her…for them. Never again are you allowed to say anything bad about him,” she all but yells defensively.
What is it with girls and their book boyfriends?
    Watching her get all riled up about a book is turning me on. It sounds crazy, but a woman’s intelligence is almost as sexy as her ass, and with those damn yoga pants, Zara’s hitting it out of the park.
    I give Zara a few notes to take down that will be on the final and she starts writing in her notepad. A piece of her blond hair falls in front of her face and, acting on their own accord, my fingers reach out and brush it behind her ear. Zara turns her head to the side and stares up at me through her lashes.
    Our eyes lock and everything around us stops. Time isn’t going forward, the sounds outside of the room mute—like everything is in slow motion. I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, relishing the soft flesh under my digit. I lean forward and just before our mouths touch, her cellphone starts ringing.
    I immediately pull back, scrubbing my hands over my face. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, as she digs the phone out of her purse. She stares at the caller ID for a moment and then answers.
    “Hi, baby.”
    “I’ll make sure I’m home when you get there.”
    “I don’t really want to go out, but if you want to…”
    “Okay. All right. Love you, too. Bye.”
    She presses the end button and deposits the phone where she found it. “I have to go. Thanks for the lesson.” She smiles nervously and starts packing away her belongings.
    “I really am sorry, Zara. I don’t know what happened.”
    “It’s okay. I know. You kinda like me,” she says, smirking.
    “That I do. We just can’t have that kind of relationship.”
    “I’m pretty sure that as two consenting adults, we’re able to make that decision for ourselves. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to fly a banner that says we want each other, but giving our bodies what they crave…that seems like the most logical thing to do.”
    Neither one of us says anything further. She rushes out the door, leaving me alone in my office, wondering if there was any truth to what she said.
Can we really make something work?
    No. Hell, no.
We’re both in other relationships, and the most obvious factor is: I’m her teacher. It’s improper. Immoral. I could be fired for the thought alone. I have to find a way to put a stop to this. Find a way to control myself.
    Checking my email before I leave for the day, I notice one from my mother. I debate opening that can of worms, but my curiosity gets the best of me. It’s been two years since she’s contacted me, this ought to be good.
My Dearest Noah,
    Hello, son. It’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but I have a request. Your father