Page 145 of Ewan

She opens it before I have the chance to ring the bell.

“You’re here,” she says, her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I’m not ready yet. Can you come inside?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Her first impulse is to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me, but she crushes it at the last moment, only offering me a smile.

She’s right to do that.

We’re not in love or anything.

We just want to have some fun.

So much for thinking this through.

“Please,” she says, showing me to the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable.”

My eyes dip to my boots.

“No need to take them off,” she says. “You’re all right. I need to clean the floor and the house anyway.”

It looks tidy to me, and I’d hate to leave marks on the floors.

“Are you sure?’

“Positively.”

I look around her place. There are no holiday ornaments.

“No Christmas tree?” I ask, moving toward the kitchen table while she tucks her top into her pants.

They both mold to her body, and my dick quickly remembers how sweet the feeling was to have her naked body pressed to me and her legs open.

Colley’s sweet little school teacher.

Good thing no one knows about this. It would be more than problematic. It could create a deep rift in my family.

Having a serious relationship is one thing, and fucking Colley’s teacher is a whole different matter.

My eyes can’t pull away from her.

I virtually forgot what I asked her when she smiled at me.

“I didn’t have time to put it up.”

To put what up?

I stare at her, draped in silence.

“The Christmas tree,” she says.

“Oh, yeah. The Christmas tree.”

She straightens her back.

“I had no plans for Christmas. But I’ll probably put it up on Saturday.”

I catch a slight hesitation in her voice, as if she wants me to say something. I stay quiet.

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