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“Whatever you’re drinking, or whatever you smoked, you need to stop,” I said slowly, and she threw the couch pillow at me.
“Tell me about your one week, lover.”
“Of all the people you had to marry, why did it have to be my best friend?”
“Objection! Avoiding the question.”
Rolling my eyes at her, I laid back down— “We went out for a week. It was just pure fun, and then, the morning after the week was over, I saw her in my class, the end.”
“Why didn’t you kick her out? Isn’t that your “scary Professor” thing?”
“I tried, but she’s smart! If she were any other student, I’d seriously be interested in her career path.”
“Well, if it was just a one week thing, then you should both just move on like adults, right? And not let it mess things up.”
That’s right. So why couldn’t we—I— do that?
“So, then,” Bethan continued, “why’d you come in all gloomy?”
“Because I’m a masochist.”
“Too much information,” she cringed.
“I put her on a case I’m working on,” I told her. “I did it without even thinking about our situation. I was thinking about how I could use her to win the case. What’s worse is when she brought it up after class, she was so close to me, I wanted to—” I broke off my sentence, unable to say the truth of it out loud.
“So, maybe it wasn't just a one week thing.”
“It was,” I said quickly. “It has to be. We made that very clear from the start. One week of sex, and that was it.”
“So, that’s all you guys did for a week? Screw each other’s brains out?”
I paused, not wanting to relive our week in my mind while my sister sat on the chair staring intently at me. I chose my next words very carefully, trying my best to mask my emotions and not give too much away. “We didn’t have sex all the time.”
“Okay, let’s think of this in another way; if she wasn’t your student, would you have broken the one week thing and asked her out again?”
Fuck me. I would have. I had planned to.
I stared at my sister and made no effort to reply.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “None of it matters. She’s my student, I’m her professor. That’s as far as our relationship goes. She has promise, and I will see to it that she gets what she needs out of my class.”
Bethan remained quiet, then with careful deliberation she asked, “No, but seriously, what did she do to you in that week? I’ve never seen you act like this over anyone.”
That was the million-dollar question that even I didn’t have the answer to.
What had she done to me?
CHAPTER SIX
P A S T
D A Y 3
THEA
“You’ve got to be kidding me with this,” I laughed, opening his freezer. “And you were judging me for eating cereal.”
