Page 34 of Love Undecided
“You do?”
“Yes. And, I just, I’m feeling really scared right now. My students are being kidnapped. I don’t know how to handle that. I’m just so grateful you are here. I don’t know what I would do right now. I mean, they are so innocent.”
She has tears in her eyes.
Which makes me feel like an asshole.
It’s crazy to still fall for it when you know you are being manipulated. Yet, here I am, falling hook, line, and sinker.
I give her a hug and tell her to be strong and I will check in with her later.
Then I head back to the station.
I know what I did wrong. I took Stacy out to dinner for her birthday, recently.
Big mistake.
Now, she wants to eat together all the time, mostly she wants to cook for me. I don’t want to eat with her. I just want to fuck her and go home.
When I'm at Stacy's, I'm in and out. No pun intended. I don't spend the night, I don't leave clothes there, I don't bring a toothbrush. We don't cuddle, we don't have dates.
Which is why going to her class to talk to the kids feels wrong. I have no issues talking to a classroom of kids. Our station does it all the time.
It's the fact that Stacy wanted something from me, and I delivered. It feels like a promise of something more.
It's not fair to her if I give the impression we are something more than we are.
I mean, I'm not a total asshole. Just a partial one.
