Page 22 of Bless My Heart

“Yes…no. I don’t know. Why does he have to be so damn perfect?” I ask, knowing there’s no answer to my question.

“He does seem pretty great,” she tells me, which is absolutely no help.

“How am I going to survive this? He’s made it very clear that he wants me, you know, in that way.”

“Sex?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, sex. Which is kind of nice. I can’t remember the last time someone lusted after me. Not counting the night I met Wes. It feels good to be wanted, but it makes me want him back.”

Caroline nods her head in understanding. Lexi comes up behind her, and they both watch me go through my little crisis with sympathy in their eyes.

“I mean, it would be my luck that the perfect guy is so much younger than me and my student. Why does this happen to me?” I whine and fall back on the couch. “And now he’s out at a bar doing God knows what with God knows who while I’m here, pining over him like a freaking loser.”

“Ok, first of all, you aren’t a loser,” Lexi tells me. She sits down on my my blue accent chair while Caroline sits next to me on the couch and rubs my legs to calm me. “And second, you can’t just assume he’s out hooking up with people. He seems like a pretty genuine guy. And he spent the whole day here with you. He’s not doing all that just to go sleep with someone else.”

“I told him he could…” I tell them both. I close my eyes because I can’t believe how dumb I am.

“Well, that was kinda stupid, Haze.”

“I know. I told him he could hook up with people, but I didn’t want to know about it if he did. He said he wouldn’t, but how do I know what he’s actually doing? It’s not really any of my business, anyway.”

“Should I go follow him?” Caroline asks, looking a little too excited about the prospect of being a spy.

“I’m pretty sure he would notice you,” Lexi tells her. But Caroline is never one to give in too quickly.

“No, I could wear all black. Maybe even a ski mask. I could wait by his car and see if he comes out with another girl at the end of the night. Then I would jump out and scare him.”

We laugh. “I appreciate the offer, but that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

Caroline’s shoulders slump dejectedly and she leans back on the couch. “Fine.”

“Haze, I think you just have to trust him. I mean, he hasn’t given you a reason not to, right?” I nod my head. I know she’s right. She’s always right. “Are you going to sleep with him?”

Both of them look at me, waiting for my answer. “God, I want to. But I can’t. I can’t when he’s my student. I could get fired if anyone found out.”

“And when he’s not your student?”

“I don’t know.” I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

They both look at me like I’m full of shit. Maybe they’re right. If Wes actually keeps his word and wants to be a part of this whole pregnancy process, how will I be around him all the time and not maul him? He makes my panties wet with just a damn smile.

No matter how I look at this situation, I’m screwed.

CHAPTER TEN

WES

I didn’t go to Hazel’s house on Sunday. I wanted to. Like really, really bad. But my balls are so blue I was worried I might bust just sitting next to her. And I wanted to give her some space to think about everything. I kind of just invited myself over Saturday and totally crashed girl’s night, but it was fun. I felt like Hazel liked having me there, so it was worth it.

Nothing exciting happened when I went to Jim’s with Ezra. We did exactly what I told Hazel we would do —had a few beers and chatted with Ozzy before we both headed home. Ezra is busy studying for his MCATs, so he doesn’t really have time to let loose like we used to.

There were so many hot women traipsing around Jim’s, it would have been easy for me to take one of them home. God knows I’m horny enough to fuck anyone at this point, but it just felt wrong. Hazel’s face and big blue eyes popped into my head every time I even looked at another woman.

I know Hazel gave me some bullshit permission to be with other people, but I don’t want to be with anyone else. I want to be with her. I want to feel her slick pussy milking my cock until nothing is left, but she won’t let me. It’s cruel, really. She let me have a taste of her that night but won’t let me back for seconds.

I texted her on Sunday to let her know I had some homework to catch up on and I would see her in class. But now that I’m driving to class, I’m nervous about seeing her again. A lot has happened in the week since she tossed her breakfast into the toilet. I haven’t seen her teach in a week. Now that I know she has my baby growing inside of her, how am I supposed to be calm? I want everyone to know she’s mine.

I walk into class at my usual time and see Hazel setting up for the day. She looks fucking delicious standing there in a flowy purple skirt with a black T-shirt tucked into it. The skirt stops just below her knees, and I can see she’s wearing the black heels I know she hates.