Page 70 of Ewan

Trust me.

I am.

So, the way she put it into words is correct.

I don’t know whether to give her a go or not.

Although the more accurate version of that is,I know I shouldn’t touch her.

Touching her is about so much more than having sex.

Touching her comes with some responsibilities.

And I’m doing the sensible part now, being the adult in the room while lying to myself that I can afford to say no to her.

The reality is life is messy. There’s never a clear cut with anything. People think there is. No, there isn’t.

Every single damn time you lose something, you gain something.

You always get some of the things you want.

And you always pay a price for getting them.

Currently, I want to determine the price if we were to do that.

And then, there was something else.

Something she didn’t quite grasp, or maybe she did.

I didn’t expect to see her at the restaurant.

Of all the places where I hang out, what did she have to be there? Yes, I get it. She’s making money. I salute that, but my jaw kind of dropped when I saw her in that restaurant.

It took me a minute to push back the twisted feelings in my chest. Watching her in a different environment and being friendly with the guests, as much as it was part of her job, made me see red.

It’s one thing to be the favorite teacher of a bunch of six and seven-year-old kids. And it’s quite another thing to have grown up men checking her out. Thrusting their chests out and adjusting their dicks under the table.

Yeah… I saw them and wanted to gouge their eyes out.

It’s not like they had nothing to look at.

She looks different in this dress.

Her hair looks different, too.

And her eyes?

Don’t start me on those eyes.

They are full of life and restlessness. Like she can’t wait to experience more. Live more. Love more.

She’s a sea of life and beauty, and I want to sail her waters.

She went quiet after saying what she said, and now she’s looking out the window, paying me no mind.

Minutes later, I roll my car onto her street, where a few lights dot the sidewalks, glowing in the dark.

“Thank you for giving me a ride home,” she says before we reach her place.

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