I pressed my back against the opposite side of the elevator and slowly slid until my butt hit the ground. I hadn't just slept with an older man. I hadn't just slept with my professor. I had slept with a married man. What had I become? That wasn't me. None of that was me. I put my face into my hands and let myself cry. It felt like my stomach was in my chest. Because the truth was, I hadn't just slept with him. I loved him.
The elevator dinged and I fell backwards. I had forgotten that there was a door on this side. s**t! I pulled the t-shirt down so that I didn't reveal myself. I was looking up into a man's crotch.
"Miss, are you okay?" His hands were on my shoulders, pulling me to my feet.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." My face was more crimson than it had ever been. I wiped my tears off my che
