In the middle of our conversation, I suddenly took my former teacher's lips in a quick kiss, but I didn't sleep with her.
And just a few hours later, I found myself resting my head on the soft thighs of another girl. In some time, I would have to open the shop, so I needed to be well-rested. That said, I couldn't relax at all.
Even though the gentle head pats I was receiving helped me unwind, they weren't enough. Maybe it was the excess of caffeine in my body, or maybe it was the countless thoughts racing through my mind.
I knew that my former teacher had tried to confront her husband about the affair. But she didn't say much beyond that.
The fact that she had been crying made me think things hadn't gone well. Yet, she neither confirmed nor denied anything, she simply asked for a kiss.
Then she ran away.
Harper was a loyal woman; she probably couldn't bring herself to betray someone's trust, even if that person had betrayed her first.