Poppy
I practically ran out of class, pulling on my coat and scarf as I went. Zach’s office was in the building, and with our track record I knew if I stuck around too long I’d be sure to run into him. As if on cue, he stepped out of an office down the hall. I made a quick turn and darted around a corner, hoping he hadn’t seen me. I waited, listening for his footsteps. After a few moments of silence, I peered around the corner; he was gone. What the hell am I doing? I was a graduate student and a mom, and here I was cowering behind a wall to avoid a guy. What was wrong with this picture?
What the hell am I doing?I’d been avoiding Zach ever since I went to thank him for fixing my car. That night I let my emotions, and my libido, get the best of me. I’d never expected to feel the way I did
