I needed to get rid of Georgina.
After stripping my wet clothes and replacing them with new ones, I paced around my house and ran a hand through my wet hair, thinking about the way Sakura’s lips had felt against mine. All of this was only supposed to be physical; I was never supposed to kiss her. She was my f*****g student.
But I couldn’t help myself.
I couldn’t even f*****g think straight when I was with her.
Her pure innocence the night I had given her detention. Her soft lips against mine in the backseat of my car. The way she had f*****g giggled at the cheesy romance book, stuffed away with my literature books.
God, it was unreal.
Two headlights glimmered through the window and into the front room. A car drove up the driveway, and I stopped, wondering if it was Sakura back for mo
