Fuck, this couldn’t be happening.
When I was convinced there was nothing left for me to vomit, I walked with trembling legs over to the basin where I splashed my face with cool water. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. I knew who the message would be from.
Garrett: I’ve left the class. Made an excuse. Go back and teach. No need for you to get in any trouble.
Trouble? God, I was already in trouble. I had slept with a student which was against the college’s strict policies. I spent a few more minutes composing myself, reapplied some make-up and then I returned to teach the class, giving the excuse that I had skipped breakfast and had felt lightheaded.
At lunch, my cell vibrated again.
Garrett: I need to see you. To explain.
I typed a message back.
Mer: What’s left to explain? You lied. You’re not a Personal Trainer at a gym. I’m a fool.
He replied within a minute.
Garrett: You wouldn’t have dated me if you knew my real age. You can’t say we aren’t perfect together. That would be the LIE.
I placed my cell back in my pocket. Right now I couldn’t deal with him and what had happened. I needed to think. He was right; we seemed good together. But I was several years older than him and it wasn’t allowed.
Why was the thought it wasn’t allowed exciting me, rather than worrying me?
I needed to get to class to teach. That’s where my focus should be. I threw the rest of my lunch in the trashcan and went to my next lesson.
As I left that night a thought came to mind and so I sent another text to Garrett.
Mer: Please don’t turn up at my apartment tonight. I need time to think.
The reply was swift.
Garrett: I’m already outside waiting for you.
Goddamn!
Mer: Please leave. I need time.
Garrett: I can’t do that. We need to talk.
Mer: I have nothing to say to you right now.
Garrett: Then just listen.
Mer: I need to get my head straight. I’m a mess. I keep making mistakes that could cost me my job. Please tell me you will leave.
There were no messages for a few minutes and I sat in the driver’s seat of my car waiting. I wasn’t going home until he had agreed to leave. Then the final message came, which gave me my second huge shock of the day.
Garrett: I would know that body anywhere, even when your head is obscured by a mask. I drank in your juices like the sweetest honey. Don’t you want more?
He was the guy from the Lodge?
I thought back to the student who had made me come, how I had run my hands through his hair. Yes, it could have been Garrett. How would he have known I was there anyway if he hadn’t been in the room? It was stupid, but I was relieved. At least there was only one student I had conducted an inappropriate relationship with now. I decided that I might as well travel back to my apartment. I doubted that Garrett would leave without talking to me and I needed to know what had happened that night. Why he was in a room ready to mouth fuck a student. My chest felt tight at the thought of him doing what he had done to me, to another student and at that point I knew I was screwed.
I really liked him.
And as a lover he was unbeatable.
I walked to my apartment door and Garrett rose from his seated position on the floor. He shook out his legs that were no doubt cramped from his previous position.