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“Yeah, it’s a mystery. When we were on the Cape, he said his life is really busy with work, but hopefully he has some time for me.”
“Girl, professors have normal lives outside of work. It’s not like he has to grade papers or anything. He will have time for you. To talk with you and put you in all those sexual yoga poses I’m sure we will learn about.”
When I say nothing, Mara laughs. “I’m guessing he’s already taught you several.”
“I’ve learned my fair share of yoga this past week.”
I leave it at that, not going into detail.
She jumps off the hood of her car and stares at me. “Ha! I knew it! Was it just sexual yoga?”
“No! We did yoga on the beach every morning. Honestly, it was refreshing and a great way to start the day.”
“If it was so great, why did you skip it this morning?”
I roll my eyes. “I had to skip yoga because someone kept me up late last night wanting to talk about spring break.”
“Well, if you got home before dark like you said you would, then you would have had plenty of sleep, but you didn’t get home until after midnight.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but it was really hard saying bye.”
A stabbing pain shoots through my heart as I remember how much I cried on my way home last night.
Honestly, it was one of the worst pains of my life and there wasn’t anything I could do to make it better because I didn’t even know Damien’s last name.
But I don’t have to worry about leaving Damien again.
We can have a normal relationship outside of school and work.
Mara gasps. “Hey, look, I see a car coming this way.”
Mara and I watch as the sleek black sports car gets closer and slows down before pulling over and parking behind Mara’s car.
Two guys around our age get out of the car. They are both wearing t-shirts showcasing their love for the state’s football team.
Mara whispers, “They’re cute.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Sure, they are cute with their boy next door looks, but they don’t hold a candle to Damien.
The driver walks toward Mara while glancing at her long bare legs. “Hey, what seems to be the issue?”
“Flat tire.”
The other guy looks at the flat tire. “Do you have a spare?”
Mara glances at me before shrugging. “I’m not sure, to be honest. It is a new car, so I would assume there would be one somewhere.”
His laugh comes out more as a cackle. It’s loud, obnoxious, and makes me want to change the tire myself, despite not knowing where to begin.
“It would be in the trunk under the liner. Do you mind popping your trunk open?”
Both guys get the spare tire and the car jack out of the trunk and place it next to the car.
“Would you happen to have a tool set or any tools?”
Mara shakes her head. “Unless it came with the car, I don’t have anything.”
