Chapter 11

Ezra POV

Ezra rubbed his eyes with aggressive hands, before he pushed the huge stack of graded papers aside. He couldn't concentrate. The staff faculty meeting that had been held this afternoon had ran late, and he had just arrived home a few hours ago. Two days had passed and he still couldn't get that night with Aria out of his head. He tried to, but he couldn't. It tormented his mind. She tormented him. Her beauteous body, her eyes, and her succulent lips. He had to stop torturing himself like this, or he would go insane. He picked up the beer bottle, and then he took a sip of it, before drowning the whole thing straight back. He then got up to go into the kitchen to grab another beer out of the refrigerator, and then he headed back into his office to finish grading papers.

The feel of being inside of her. The feel of plunging his member into her had felt so good. He pressed the cold bottle of beer against his very heated face, then down along his neck, and then back up to his forehead. She had been so unbelievably tight and slippery wet beyond belief. The sweet taste of her, and the alluring smell of her. Her whispery panting, loud moans and groans, and screams that nearly shattered his eardrums. The feel of her breasts in the palm of his hands. The feel of her dark erect nipples on his tongue, enjoying the feel of suckling on the little buds. The way her had body moved under his. The way she had ran like a faucet into his mouth. It had felt like he had been drinking the elixir of life. The heavy weight of his body crushing her smaller one. The way they had clung to each other like slithering snakes. He had never wanted it to end. Had begged for it not to end.

The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into her sweltering pussy. He had thrusted so deeply into her over and over, causing her to whimper and scream with pleasurable agony. The stinging pain of her fingernails as they had raked down his back and ass leaving marks. Marks that were officially gone now. The beautiful set of her white teeth sinking down into his shoulder. She had been an animal. A tigress. The way he had stared down into her glimmering hot eyes as he repeatedly fucked her harder and harder, and deeper and deeper. God, the feel of being inside of her without a condom. Even with Jamiee he had always remembered to wear one, but with Aria it was like he couldn't fully think. Like he lost all common sense when it came to her. The rawness of it. The delicious feel of it. The feel of her inner muscle walls squeezing him so tightly. How he had wanted to cum inside of her tight virgin pussy, filling her up with his semen. If only he hadn't ran the high risk of getting her pregnant. He wanted kids, but not with her. She was too young.

He uncapped the top of the beer, and then he took a long draw from it, before placing it back down onto the desk. He pulled more papers that needed grading towards him, his mind still on his night with Aria. The way her nimble fingers had felt their way over his body. Across his chest, then down his taunt stomach, his arms, his muscular back and waist, and then they had gripped his ass. His body and skin had came alive under her touch. He still felt her body heat even now. The feel of thrusting into her. How she had opened her thighs even more for him, granting him deeper access to her flame of heaven.

The touch of her smoldering mouth meeting his over and over again as he pounded her into the mattress, their tongues flicking and teasing the other as they stared into each others eyes. The feel of her hands on his cock as she stroked him, making him swell more and more. He grew big immediately as he imagined her hands still wrapped around him. He had wanted to feel her sugary lips on him. The look of stars in her eyes as she climaxed again and again, her body shuddering uncontrollably before it went still, and then she was soon snoring lightly in his ears from exhaustion. The last thing he remembered was shouting out her name, then pulling from out of her just before releasing his hot load of cum onto the sheets, and then he had collapsed on top of her. His own body weakened.

Ezra shook his head, taking another swig from the beer in his hand. He threw his head back, before pushing the papers away from him with force, his fingers combing through his thick hair with aggression. He had been drinking heavily. Had been since he got home, but he couldn't stop himself. He thought that he could cope better with alcohol in his system. He didn't care if it was Scotch, Beer, Brandy, Vodka, Bourbon, or Whiskey. As long as it was strong enough to numb the memories of that night, and his guilt and regret. He despised that he was becoming somewhat of an alcoholic. He ran an inconspicuous hand down his unshaved face, right before drowning some more of his beer, and then he belched noisily. His nights had been filled with restlessness from tossing and turning, his brain activity never quiet. He hadn't had much of an appetite either. The only thing that filled his mind was Aria and their one night of prohibited passion.

Making love to her had been so blissful. Never had he been so utterly satisfied. Not even with Jamiee. Sex between him and Jamiee was good, passionate and understanding, and familiar. But sex with him and Aria had been slow burn, raw, had been so aggressive and rough, had been filled with such unexplained intensity, and had been so explosive. The sex with her had been so earth shattering. They had been equals, knowing how to push and match the other. She had given her body over to him completely, and he had given his body over to her completely. He wouldn't be able to forget their night together. The night of being inside of her for the first time. To have been the only man to be inside of her.

The feel of her naked body against his. She was his beautiful Aria and he was very much captivated by her. The feel of his sweat pouring down onto her, and her sweat dripping onto him. He groaned with frustration, shoving back the thoughts for good. He wouldn't be able to accomplish anything if he kept this up. If he kept thinking about her. Sleeping with her had made it worse. Especially between and Aria. Now he would have to struggle ten times harder not to go there with her again. Not to give into his urges again. So far he had stuck to his word about them not being alone together, but he didn't fail to miss the amused look of determination in her compelling eyes.

He honestly didn't know if he could ever touch Jamiee again, or any other woman without thinking of Aria. His very forbidden Aria. How she had been so ripe. He still couldn't believe that he had actually taken her virginity. He was her first real lover, and a selfish part of him wanted to be the only lover that she would ever have, but he knew that was unrealistic and he laughed venomously, before shaking his head again. He had been an amazing lover, the echoing of her words playing throughout his conscious mind. He didn't need for her to tell him that. He was already aware that he was. He just knew that he hadn't been able to sleep with Jamiee that day she had came to see him at the hotel. She had wanted to, but it had just been too soon after being with Aria. She had been willing and ready, but he had been so reluctant to have sex with her. Not just because of the scratches and the bite mark, but he had also felt like he would be betraying Aria for some odd reason. Why was that? It wasn't like he was in love with her, or like he was committed to her. She wasn't his girlfriend .Jamiee was his girlfriend. Was the woman that he loved. He loved her very much, and what he had done with Aria was going to devastate her.

Finally, he realized he wasn't going to get anymore papers graded tonight, so he decided to grade the rest in the morning . He got up, and then he headed out of his office to go into his bedroom, resisting the temptation to go into the kitchen and grab another beer out of the refrigerator. He took a quick shower, and then he left out the bathroom without bothering to shave as he threw on a pair of dark wash denim jeans, then he pulled a red striped t-shirt over his head that squeezed his athletic arms, and then he stepped into a pair of comfortable loafers. His mind wandering off once more, going back to the night in her hotel room when she had been having one of her nightmares. When he had finally found out what those printed puzzling words in her diary meant. He would never forget how her piercing screams had drew him out of bed with lightening speed. He still could hear the drumming in his ears from his racing heart. He remembered how his need to get to her was almost painful. He couldn't run fast enough. The power of his bare feet hitting the floor with a resounding noise in the dead of night.

How he had to get to her to make sure she was all right. Experiencing that strong achy need inside of himself to protect her. The strength of that growing need had frighten even him. He had never wanted anything more in his life, then to go to her. To be with her. He had to go to her. It was like he was being summoned to her, and the potency of that command was climbing by the minute. He had felt a tightening in his chest as he had saw the glistening tears in her big brown sullen eyes. Had witness the fear, sadness, and guilt in them. He had wanted to comfort her without question. To hold her in his arms as he assured her that everything would be okay. That he was there for her. That nothing would be able to touch her as long as he was holding her body close to his.

He remembered taking her into his arms as he rocked her body with his as though it was the only right thing in the world. Like he had every right to hold her like that. How he had wiped her warm tears away from her beautiful face. How he had brushed away the long dark mass of her glorious hair from out of her face, loving the feel of velvety hair slipping through his fingers. How he had kissed her head repeatedly as the haunting words flowed from out of her luscious lips like liquid sparkling water. He had felt so right holding her in his arms. Like she belonged there. She had trusted him wholeheartedly, opening herself to him like a willing rose. And then he had kissed her. He had really kissed her. He didn't understand why he had exactly did it. It had happened without much consideration on his part. He was becoming like her when it came to being impulsive. The confusion in both of their eyes, because something had happened, but they couldn't explain it. They didn't know how to simplify it. He now knew that he cared about her. Not loved, but cared about her. Why was he convincing himself so adamantly that he didn't love her? What was the reason? He hadn't even known her for all that long.

He thought again of the consequences if anyone found about him sleeping with Aria. The fall out would be disastrous. Especially with everyone judging him. He would ultimately lose his job, he wouldn't be able to teach in another school system again, he would lose Jamiee and he would end up facing jail time, and he would undoubtedly ruin Aria's whole life. He automatically knew if people did find out, that he would protect her by taking all the blame. He wouldn't stand for them turning her world upside down. He won't allow them to paint her in a negative light. The main focus should remain on him as it should. He didn't care about them doing it to him, but not her. He was willing to do and say whatever it took to make sure that she was left out of this. That her name would still be intact after this. He could careless about himself.

He could visually imagine the headlines on newspapers, and his name being splashed across the media. His picture and name on every television, and his name on everyone's lips. They would try to make his life a living hell. He could even depict all the deplorable things that they would say about him. They would call him dishonorable, they would say that he's dishonest, they would call him a rapist, and a child molester. Those two words leaving a sour taste in his mouth. The law wouldn't care if she had consented, or not. They would call him a predator, and a monster. Those words would hurt his character, but they wouldn't break him. He was made out of much tougher skin. The only words that could really hurt him were the words that came from his own family. He didn't want to think about the disappointment and melancholy in their eyes. They had been there for him, his entire life. Would they turn their backs on him? He would understand if they did, and he wouldn't fault them at all for it.

Ezra grabbed his car keys from off the kitchen counter, then he pushed his wallet deep down into his back pocket, and then he left out the door, locking it behind him. He had to go grocery shopping. His refrigerator and cabinets were nearly bare, and he had to cook dinner for him and Reed tonight. He had called Reed early this morning, and told him that had to talk to him about something important, so he should come over because he was making dinner. He had to tell him about him and Aria. About him sleeping with her. He trusted him that much not to betray his trust. He knew that he was going to be asking a lot of his friend. The supermart wasn't that far from his apartment, so he made it there in no time. He parked, and then he got out, heading inside the partially dead store. He couldn't believe that it was so empty. It was only 7 O'clock . He gave a careless shrug of his shoulder, before grasping a small shopping cart and pushing it to where he wanted to go.

He visited the produce section, then he went down to the dairy section and then he visited the bread aisle, next he went down the snack and alcohol aisle, and then he visited the frozen food section before getting in line. He paid for his groceries, and then he left out the store with the rest of its declining patrons, heading back to his car. Once there, he loaded up his trunk with the countless bags of food. He then got into his car, and then he headed in the direction of home, not fully paying attention to where he was going as his mind strayed away from him yet again as he thought back to waking up in his hotel bed the next morning after taken Aria the night before.

How everything came tumbling back to him like a ton of bricks. About what he had let happen between him and Aria. He was sort of in denial of what he had done until he saw the bed sheets that was covered with her blood, her cum, and his dry semen . Felt the burning sensation on his shoulder, back, and ass. Felt how drain of energy he was. Saw how the bed was a total mess, and how his clothes had been thrown about everywhere. He had been filled with so many mixed emotions as he had let housekeeping in to clean the room, explaining to both ladies that he had cut this thigh really severely and had to get stitches. He had taken a hot shower to relax his muscles, to clear his mind and to collect his thoughts, and to think of what action to do next, but images of Aria naked beneath him flashed through his membrane which made that next to impossible. But then he had saw her when he had walked out of the bathroom, and he had wanted her all over again.

Had felt the huge erection pushing up against the front of his jeans as his eyes swallowed her in, wanting a way out to get to her. Wanting to be deeply buried within her once more. Needing to feel her wetness soaking him thoroughly. Starving to feel her clamped walls constricting around him over again, but he had hastily composed himself enough to see that she had brought them breakfast as his eyes glanced down at the green takeout bag in her hand, and then he had looked towards the two white Styrofoam cups of steaming coffee that was nestled close in her other arm, imprisoned against her ample breast. Her face had looked absolutely radiant, enhancing her already gorgeous features. He had loved the way she had ran a swift hand through her hair, and he had watched it as it rose and fell back down in disarray. In that moment she had truly been the most perfect and lovely creature he had ever lain eyes on. He still wanted her. He didn't think that he could ever not want her.

Aria couldn't fool him. Not totally. He had seen how Jamiee's untimely arrival just outside his hotel door had affected her. He had saw it in her face, had heard it in the dying of her bell chiming laugh, and he had read it in her body posture. Maybe he should have mentioned it the day before that Jamiee was going to be coming by to see him, but he hadn't been thinking about that. He had forgotten himself that she was coming to see him, and only remembering when he had heard the knock at the door and the sound of her voice. He had tried to explain. Had wanted to explain to her, but she wouldn't let him. He had only interpreted what she had said with her distant eyes. That he didn't have to. That she wasn't his girlfriend. That she was just his student. Just his lover, and then she had torn her hand from out of his. He had grown angry at her rejection of him, which was stupid. He was the cause of this. He had felt fucking lousy. Here he was having made love to her last night, and then she had to deal with Jamiee showing up the next day. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. He had warned her.

An angry honking horn sounded from behind him, snapping him from out of his profound thoughts. He shook his head free, then he turned right at the stop light, and then he pulled into the first big parking lot he saw, really taking in his surroundings now and he cursed loudly at what he saw. One of the buildings staring back at him was the book rack. Aria's work of employment. How in the hell did he end up here if he was on his way back home? Was he seriously going loco? What was wrong with him? Aria stayed even more on his mind since their night together. He looked at the building longingly, desiring to go inside to see her. To talk to her, but he knew that wasn't such a good idea. It would definitely turn out fatal if he was to go in there, already knowing his intention. No, he had to remain strong. Had to keep his distance as much as possible. He couldn't risk letting her know that there was a possibility they could have sex again. If he did, then he knew that she wasn't above using that to her advantage. She wanted him again as much as he wanted her again.

The aching need to be inside of her heat was killing him. God, he wanted to fuck her again. Fuck her until she wasn't able to walk straight the next day. He wondered if she was working tonight. Fuck her everywhere in his apartment. On his bed, in his shower up against the wall and on the floor in his office, in his laundry room on top of his washing machine and dryer, on the pull out bed in his front room, on top of his kitchen table, and on his kitchen counter. Shaking his head for the millionth time, he ran furious fingers through his hair, before starting up his car again and heading home for real this time.

He couldn't believe how he had behaved like a jealous idiot when he had saw Aria and Adam together so intimately again, standing so closely and about to give into a shared kiss. It had felt like something inside of him had erupted. He wasn't proud of his behavior. He had acted like some jealous teenage school boy. He had watched them arrive on their designated floor as he was filling up his bucket with ice cubes. How their bodies had brushed together as they had walked side by side. How their hands were intertwined, swinging back and forth, before falling apart as they reached her room door. The smiles on both of their faces. His hurt had been staggering. She had just told him a day before that she didn't want Adam. That she wanted him. The look of want clearly written on her face told the story differently. He wasn't a blind man he knew the signs. He had read it in her body language, and in her facial expressions. He had felt like such a fool to believe otherwise. He was grounded in place and unable to move, force to watch the scene playing out in front of him like a bad dream.

He couldn't understand how she could act like last night hadn't happen. Act like they didn't have world moving sex. How she could just hold his hand so naturally. How she could stand to have his body so close to hers, when it had crumbled under his touch. How she could just let him kiss her mouth. His mouth. It had belonged to him. The same mouth that had been glued to his fiercely as he had pushed his cock into her tight space over and over again as she had screamed so thunderously. The fury in him had reached a boiling point. He had been dangerously angry. At Adam, but also at her too. And when he had saw that Adam was leaning in to kiss her, and that she was going to allow it, it had infuriated him even more. He was almost daring for Adam to disagree with him about ending his night with Aria. He had really wanted to punch the kid out. Had read the perplexed look in his eyes, because he couldn't comprehend the show of resentment directed towards him. He hadn't cared about being cold to him, but he had hated being cold towards Aria. It had made him physically ill to treat her that way. She had done nothing wrong. He was the one that said that they couldn't go there again, so why had he been expecting her to wait? He wrestled with himself not to act so coldly to her, but he just couldn't see past his anger. He regretted that so much now, but he couldn't turn back the clock. If he could, then he would in a second.

Ezra was chopping up onions and green bell peppers and was getting ready to sauté them, when he heard a knock at his door. He yelled come in, not bothering to look up from the sizzling frying pan as the door opened. He already knew that it was Reed. He gave him a nod of his head, before gesturing towards the kitchen table where two cases of cold beer sat. Reed grinned at him, slapped him playfully on the back, and then he headed for the table. He flung a white dish cloth over his shoulder, before grabbing a knife and slicing two long sub rolls open, then using a cooking brush he smeared on some butter on both sides of the loaves of bread, and then he popped them into the already preheated oven. He stirred the contents of the frying pan, before leaving it to simmer. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then he walked over to the cupboard to take down a big bag of plain potato chips and a can of French onion dip, and then he went over to join Reed at the table, the wonderful aroma filling the air and following him.

"So, how is everything with you and Samantha?" Ezra asked Reed as he grabbed a beer from out the pack, before snapping the top off and drinking some.

"We're good. Our relationship is still progressing slowly," Reed said smiling as he sat down his beer, and then he opened the bag of chips and stuffed some into his mouth, ignoring the dip for now. "I really think I love her man, and that she's the one".

"When I'm I going to meet her?" Ezra asked, smiling and feeling happy for the first time this week. He was so happy for his long time friend of many years. He really did deserve the chance to love again, and to have someone who loved him back unconditionally. "I don't think. I know that you love her. By the way you talk about her continuously, the way you smile when you speak about her, and from that light in your eyes. Does she love you too?"

He got up to move the frying pan to the back aisle of the stove, then he opened the oven door and took out the golden brown loaves of bread, sitting the hot pan down on top the stove top, and then he opened the freezer to grab the box of frozen steaks, tossing six onto another frying pan, before gripping the handle gingerly, and then placing it over the blue flickering flames.

"I was thinking all four of us could go out Saturday. When does Jamiee get back from New York?" Reed asked as he threw back the last of his beer, and then taking another one from the case. "And I know that she loves me. I don't know how I know, but I know. I can really see myself spending the rest of my life with her".

"Jamiee is scheduled to be back Friday. What do you have plan for Saturday?" Ezra asked as he started to break up the defrosting meat with a big sliver spoon, watching as it turn from red to brown. "So, she's really the one, huh?"

Leaving the sizzling meat for just a minute, he headed over to the refrigerator and took out the packs of provolone and swiss cheese, putting it down onto the counter top, and then he headed back over to the frying pan.

"I really think so. I can't help but love her man. She's so different from all the other women that I've dated before" Reed said with sureness in his voice as he grabbed a chip and dipped it into the onion dip, and then he brought it to his mouth. "Some nights I stay at her house and some nights she stays at my apartment. And I was thinking that we could all go bowling, and then we can go out to eat afterwards".

"She's a nurse right?" Ezra asked, wanting to make sure he had it correct. "And that could be eventful".

"Yep," Reed said with confirmation as he nodded his black head, and then he sipped some more of his beer. "Very handy for practices and games".

"That's definitely a perk" Ezra said laughing as he turned off the aisle of the stove.

"I like to think so," Reed said as he laughed right along with him. "Have you heard about the teacher state conference that's for five weeks?"

"I did. We had a meeting about it this afternoon" Ezra said as he added the meat into the sub rolls, then he spooned out the sautéed onions and green bell peppers on top of the meat, and then he put two slices of provolone and swiss cheese on both subs, before putting the subs into the still hot oven to melt the cheese. "You going if they can find someone to teach all your classes for the whole duration?"

He headed back to the table to join him again, picking up his unfinished beer, and then he chugged it down.

"That's what they told me this morning," Reed said as he munched on more chips and dip. "I'll need to work on my lesson plans for those weeks. Are you going?"

"I have no clue yet, but I'm pretty certain that I'll find out tomorrow if I get pick to go" Ezra said, swallowing the last drop of his beer, and then he dunked a chip into the French onion dip, before putting it into his mouth.

"Obviously, you wanted to talk to me about something important…" Reed starting out, his green eyes holding his blue ones, expressing to him that he probably wasn't going to like what he had to say. "How was your trip?"

"I did," Ezra said with emptiness in his voice as he stared in his eyes, before dropping them and sighing as he shook his head. "I knew before the trip. I knew it was going to happen. I still can't believe that I crossed that line. I mean I went against everything I knew and was taught. Especially about right and wrong. I just had to have her. I was done with fighting her. Done with denying myself".

"You're talking in riddles. What are you talking about?" Reed asked with a look of confusion, but having a sneaking suspicion he did know.

"Aria went on the trip" Ezra forced out with difficulty as he met his friend's eyes once again, but before he could say more, Reed interrupted him.

"No! Don't tell me you did that man! Did you, did you really have sex with her?" Reed asked him angrily mixed with disbelief, not wanting to believe that his friend would actually go there. "What were you thinking? Did you think at all? Man she's a minor, and she's your student. Do you understand the seriousness of the situation? You could go to jail dude. I can't believe that you would do something so idiotic. I know that you said that you was attracted to her, and that you were sexually drawn to her, but I didn't think that you would really sleep with her. God, man you screwed up big time".

"I did. I slept with her, and I deserve your anger" Ezra said in a quiet and calm voice, not wanting to argue with him as he stared into his face, because some part of him knew that he was right in what he was saying. Still seeing the visible disbelief in his eyes, he continued on. "I didn't think about anything. I just didn't care at that moment in time. The only thing I wanted was to be inside of her. And don't look at me like that Reed. I battled with this. Everyday I saw her, everyday she was in my class, everytime she came onto me and everytime I talk to her, but I am only human. I couldn't fight her anymore. I couldn't deny myself anymore. I made a choice that night, and now I'm going to have to live with it. I feel anger, guilt, and regret at my decision".

As Ezra looked into his friend's eyes, he knew that he believed him.

"How did it happen?" Reed asked in a less upset voice as he grabbed himself another beer, before passing one to him.

"She was having a nightmare and I comforted her, then I asked her to tell me about her dream, and then she began to tell me about her older sister dying in a fire after saving her. And she was blaming herself and I…" Ezra explained in a dreamlike voice as he took the beer in his hand, not really feeling it, or seeing it. "I just wanted her to stop faulting herself. To stop blaming herself for something she had no control over. I just wanted her to focus on being there with me, rather than thinking about the past, but it was like my words weren't enough and I kissed her. That kiss…Reed I never kissed her that way before. You know what happened next".

"Did you at least give her a chance to back out?" Reed asked, before taking a long generous sip from his bottle, and then he sat it back down on the table.

"I tried, but she was determined to have me," Ezra said as he put down the untouched beer in his hand, then he got up to cut off the oven, and then he took out the cheesy subs, placing the pan on top the stove.

They smelled so mouthwatering, he thought as he took two plates from the clean dish rack. Using a spatula and his hand, he placed the two subs on the plates, and then he balanced the two plates in both of his hands with ease as he walked back over to the table, handing Reed his.

"Thanks," Reed said, not wasting anytime biting into the enormous sub, and then moaning as the favors ignited his taste buds. "I almost forgot how good you make these. What are you going to do about Aria?"

"You're welcome," Ezra said, biting into his own sub as he felt his appetite retuning. "I told her that we couldn't go there again, and that I'm going to keep as much distance between us as possible".

"You really think she's going to listen?" Reed asked as he took another huge bite from the sub.

"No, I don't. Aria is very persistent" Ezra said, knowing how Aria's mind worked as he drank some more of his beer. "She wants me again, but I can't lie. I want her again too, but I won't cross that line once again".

"You have to promise me that you won't sleep with her a second time" Reed said with dead seriousness hinted in his voice as his eyes locked with his in an intense stare down, neither friend backing down as the air rippled with electricity. "I'm asking you for the sake of our friendship man don't touch her again. The school year is nearly about over, so continue to try to resist her a little more longer".

"I won't touch her again," Ezra promised easily, without much difficulty. He wasn't going to risk losing his friend. His brother for lust. He was vowing here and now that he wouldn't give into temptation again. "I never wanted this Reed".

"I know, I know. I truly believe you," Reed said with sad eyes as he gazed into his face, shaking his head like he wanted this to be a bad dream. "You know that I love you, and that I'll stand by you no matter what, but I won't support you if this happens again".

Ezra knew from the finality in his voice, that Reed was bluntly telling him that he would turn his back on him.

"I understand, and I respect you," Ezra said, not expecting anything less from him.

Reed just nodded his head as though to say okay then.

"What about Jamiee, are you going to tell her?" Reed asked as he picked up his beer, tipping the bottle towards his mouth. "This is going to hurt her".

"Yeah, she needs to know the truth. I have to tell her," Ezra said in a breathy tone as he cradled his head in his hands, wanting nothing more than to will this all away. He wasn't looking forward to confronting Jamiee with the truth, but it had to be done. "I don't want to hurt her, but I can't live with myself if I withheld something this crucial from her. I love her".

"Even if you risk losing her over this?" Reed asked him, wanting to know if his friend had thought this through.

"Even if I lose her," Ezra said regrettable as he nodded his head, his eyes staring blankly at his plate.

After Reed had gone, he washed the dirty dishes in the sink, and then he finished grading papers, choosing not to wait until the morning. He was suffering from a killer headache as he thought about Aria, Jamiee, and about what he had to do when it came to both of them. He was doing exactly what he said he didn't want to do. Hurting her and Jamiee. He was simply at a cross road, his undeciding future looking back at him. Any lust, or emotion he felt for Aria had to be locked away. He wasn't bound to let it happen twice. He meant what he said to Reed. Aria couldn't be anything more than his student. It was going to be hard for him not to think about her loveliness. About her sexiness, and about sleeping with her. He hoped that Jamiee would be able to forgive him. That was all he was asking for, but he had no right to . She didn't owe him nothing. He was the one that was having the affair. The one who was being unfaithful. He would tell her everything, but he would leave out Aria's name, and that she was his student. Would they work it out? Could they move forward from this? With all the heartache and unfaithfulness? Needing to know, he picked up the phone, and then he dialed her number, waiting for her to answer as he played out the different scenarios in his head. She finally answered the phone.

"I need to talk to you," Ezra said thickly into the receiver, before blowing out a heavy breath.

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