The door to Paul’s apartment was ajar when I reached it. I took a moment to pull myself together before going inside. I half expected (hoped?) to find him naked and sprawled across the sofa stroking his hard c**k, waiting for me to join him, but when I closed the front door behind me and walked into the living room, he was sitting in an arm chair, fully dressed in sweatpants and a long sleeved T-shirt working on lesson plans. He looked at me over his glasses and put his papers on the coffee table before folding his arms across his chest. Everything about his body language said he didn’t want to be bothered with me. Not that I could blame him. I was the one who’d rejected him and now here I was showing up at his door begging him to see me. I guess I should have been glad he’d even let me in
