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sexy accent and the possibility of sharing something extraordinary with him.
But how could she, who wasn’t afraid to leap out of a moving airplane thousands of feet above the earth, take this leap and trust in herself, in her future, in a man? Not just a man, though. The man . The man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. She was almost sure of it.
Chapter Six
Lena sat at a window booth at Weston Village’s infamous Greek diner. The Acropolis was a bizarre shining box sitting in the middle of a strip mall parking lot, with mirrors on all the walls making one feel like one was inside a very large compact, or maybe a dressing room.
Bree had many fond memories of stumbling into the twenty-four-hour diner around two or three in the morning and ordering apple pie with a side of French fries, her favorite late-night, after-party snack.
She’d recently eaten Aidan’s surprisingly tasty eggs and toast, and if her parents were showing up for lunch in a couple of hours, she didn’t need a meal now.
“Just tea,” she told the waitress. “And a slice of apple pie. What the heck. I feel like I’ve been up all night anyway.”
“You could have texted me, you know. I figured you found some other accommodations for the night, but I worried.” Lena was a mother-hen type who always got stuck being the designated driver and the one who kept a lookout for campus security during skinny-dipping parties at Weston Pond. Not surprisingly, she’d become a kindergarten teacher.
“Sorry. I was trying to find my car and then Aidan…Professor Worthy, sort of intercepted me, and then it started to rain and….”
“And what?” Lena squeaked. “What do you mean ‘Aidan’? Did you stay with him last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Weird. I never had him as a teacher, but still, weird.”
“Actually, it was only a little weird at first. He’s a super-nice guy.” Bree had thought it would be easier to talk about this. She wasn’t ashamed of what she and Aidan had done, but she hadn’t thought about how it might seem to the rest of the world.
“That’s why you couldn’t text? Was he boring you with a lecture on Grecian urns?”
“No, why would he do that?”
“Sorry. It’s the Acropolis.”
Bree giggled. “No. Actually—” She took a deep breath. “—would you be totally weirded out if I said I liked him?”
“What do you mean, like, like-him like him?”
“Yeah.”
“Um. Wasn’t he your teacher?”
“For one semester.”
“Isn’t he way older than us?”
“Seven years older.”
“But he was your teacher.”
“But he’s not anymore.” Bree grew impatient. She didn’t think Lena would be this judgmental.
“True. I guess it’s been a while. I mean, it’s not like you liked him when you were taking his class.”
“Right,” Bree said halfheartedly.
“You did? Come on, Bree, that is gross.”
“Let me explain. And stop being critical for one second.”
“Fine.”
“I had a sort of vague crush on him when I was in his class. You know, he’s cute, Scottish, teaches my favorite subject, wears these sexy loafers.”
Lena rolled her eyes.
“But obviously it was a silly crush. I was dating…um…Jack at the time.”
“Jake,” Lena corrected, ever helpful.
“Right, Jake, until we broke up because neither of us wanted to try to make it work after we graduated.”
“Very sensible.” Lena had been with the same guy, Kent, since sophomore year, and Bree was expecting a “we’re engaged!” call any time.
“Until one day toward the end of the semester, I saw him checking me out.”
“Really?”
Bree huffed at Lena’s skeptical tone. “Yes, and I thought, what the hell, you only live once, so the night before graduation I went to his office and we….”
“Oh, my God, you are not telling me right now that before you graduated you had sex with one of your professors!”
“Don’t be so horrified. We were both consenting adults. Geez. I didn’t
But how could she, who wasn’t afraid to leap out of a moving airplane thousands of feet above the earth, take this leap and trust in herself, in her future, in a man? Not just a man, though. The man . The man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. She was almost sure of it.
Chapter Six
Lena sat at a window booth at Weston Village’s infamous Greek diner. The Acropolis was a bizarre shining box sitting in the middle of a strip mall parking lot, with mirrors on all the walls making one feel like one was inside a very large compact, or maybe a dressing room.
Bree had many fond memories of stumbling into the twenty-four-hour diner around two or three in the morning and ordering apple pie with a side of French fries, her favorite late-night, after-party snack.
She’d recently eaten Aidan’s surprisingly tasty eggs and toast, and if her parents were showing up for lunch in a couple of hours, she didn’t need a meal now.
“Just tea,” she told the waitress. “And a slice of apple pie. What the heck. I feel like I’ve been up all night anyway.”
“You could have texted me, you know. I figured you found some other accommodations for the night, but I worried.” Lena was a mother-hen type who always got stuck being the designated driver and the one who kept a lookout for campus security during skinny-dipping parties at Weston Pond. Not surprisingly, she’d become a kindergarten teacher.
“Sorry. I was trying to find my car and then Aidan…Professor Worthy, sort of intercepted me, and then it started to rain and….”
“And what?” Lena squeaked. “What do you mean ‘Aidan’? Did you stay with him last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Weird. I never had him as a teacher, but still, weird.”
“Actually, it was only a little weird at first. He’s a super-nice guy.” Bree had thought it would be easier to talk about this. She wasn’t ashamed of what she and Aidan had done, but she hadn’t thought about how it might seem to the rest of the world.
“That’s why you couldn’t text? Was he boring you with a lecture on Grecian urns?”
“No, why would he do that?”
“Sorry. It’s the Acropolis.”
Bree giggled. “No. Actually—” She took a deep breath. “—would you be totally weirded out if I said I liked him?”
“What do you mean, like, like-him like him?”
“Yeah.”
“Um. Wasn’t he your teacher?”
“For one semester.”
“Isn’t he way older than us?”
“Seven years older.”
“But he was your teacher.”
“But he’s not anymore.” Bree grew impatient. She didn’t think Lena would be this judgmental.
“True. I guess it’s been a while. I mean, it’s not like you liked him when you were taking his class.”
“Right,” Bree said halfheartedly.
“You did? Come on, Bree, that is gross.”
“Let me explain. And stop being critical for one second.”
“Fine.”
“I had a sort of vague crush on him when I was in his class. You know, he’s cute, Scottish, teaches my favorite subject, wears these sexy loafers.”
Lena rolled her eyes.
“But obviously it was a silly crush. I was dating…um…Jack at the time.”
“Jake,” Lena corrected, ever helpful.
“Right, Jake, until we broke up because neither of us wanted to try to make it work after we graduated.”
“Very sensible.” Lena had been with the same guy, Kent, since sophomore year, and Bree was expecting a “we’re engaged!” call any time.
“Until one day toward the end of the semester, I saw him checking me out.”
“Really?”
Bree huffed at Lena’s skeptical tone. “Yes, and I thought, what the hell, you only live once, so the night before graduation I went to his office and we….”
“Oh, my God, you are not telling me right now that before you graduated you had sex with one of your professors!”
“Don’t be so horrified. We were both consenting adults. Geez. I didn’t
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