A Day on the Lake

Leila

I didn’t even bother pulling out the paint supplies. I was expecting a call from Christopher. We had briefly talked yesterday, and he had asked if I would like to do something over the weekend. I, of course, said yes. After the incident with the dean, I had been very careful not to let myself get in any more compromising positions. Christopher stopped by and said hello and that was that.

No more lunches. No private moments in my classroom. Nothing. I was starved for his attention and his touch. I had gotten up early, taken care of all the little things I hadn’t done all week, and got ready for the day.

When my phone rang, I practically jumped on it. “Hi!” I answered a little too enthusiastically and not at all cool and casual.

“Hi. You sound excited.”

“No, not at all. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over and hang out by the lake, maybe have a barbecue or something?” he asked.

I grinned, my face practically splitting in two with my wide smile. “I would love to.