Page 135 of Manhattan Secret
Nothing is as perfect as this moment here, with my man-boy confessing his feelings, being held in his arms and feeling his lips move against my forehead.
We lay in silence for a few minutes.
“They tell you first, before making sure you know the curriculum and all the law-abiding junk, they tell you not to get involved with a student. Not to fall in love with a student. Not to ever do anything that can be deemed as inappropriate with a student.”
Tipping up my chin, his lips roam over mine, I taste his smile in the dark. “Hmm…and how did breaking the rules work out for you, Miss Sloan?”
I laugh. “Best decision of my life.”
“No regrets, baby?”
“No regrets, you are the best dirty, most perfect secret I’ve ever had.”
It’s cliché to think a teacher fell in love with her student.
It’s taboo and forbidden.Unthinkable.
But he walked into my life and changed it from gray to color.
Here I am proof it can happen, before I even realized.
My feet haven’t touched the floor yet.
This is my story.
It might not be approved of by many, but it’s mine and I have no regrets for the man I fell for.
I was born.
I’ve had some sort of ordinary mundane life for twenty-six years and then I met Lachlan Fierro.
The cockiest eighteen-year-old man-boy you could ever wish to meet.
And I love him with all my heart and soul.
“Secrets and love, mouse. We’re going to have a lifetime of both together.”
“With your criminal mind, I hope we don’t have jail time too.”
His dirty boy laugh doesn’t reassure me we won’t.
But I’ll follow my not-so-secret love anywhere.
E P I L O G U E
Lachlan
ONE YEAR LATER
“Mouse! I’m home. Your sexy little body better be spread out naked.”
Living with my Laney for six months still gives me the charge of lust the minute I step through the door.
Can’t wait to get my eyes on her.
My hands.
My parched mouth.
