Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Page B

midnight.
    …
    Reagan
    Walking into Gage’s class, I nearly growl out in outrage when I see Hannah flirting with him, practically shoving her tits in his face. Ugh. I’m only here because I need to pass this class to graduate. My other two classes, advanced photojournalism and the independent study course on career management, are both going great, easy As, unlike this social media bullshit one with Professor Cheater.
    “Reagan,” Gage calls out to my back as I make my way up the stairs to my usual seat. I don’t turn around, afraid to face him and say all the hateful things I want to say in front of a room full of his students.
    “Yes, sir?” I ask from across the room after I sit down, making it clear to him that he’ll have to say whatever he wants to say in front of everyone.
    Instead, he comes toward me, the creasing of his forehead conveying his confusion at my attitude.
    “Where were you yesterday?” he asks, leaning down to clutch the edges of my desktop in his hands, making me think of all sorts of inappropriate things, like the way he would grab my hips that way when we were together… “Reagan?” he prompts when I remain silent.
    “Busy,” I say, avoiding his sapphire eyes and instead focusing on the buttons of his light blue dress shirt and navy blue suspenders. It sucks that I never got to see him completely naked.
    “Too busy to try and salvage a passing grade so you can graduate?” he grates out softly between his teeth.
    “I’ve decided to take a more…indirect approach,” I say, code for I’m not touching him again, even if I want to so badly that my hands are grasping fistfuls of my long, burgundy dress to keep from doing just that.
    “Why didn’t you let me know that yesterday? I sent you a message, and you never responded.”
    “You did?” I ask in surprise, making the mistake of looking up into his eyes. And they seem honest. Well, too bad they weren’t honest about his wife.
    “What’s going on, Reagan? Talk to me,” he says before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. Turning around to head back to the front of the class, he adds, “Not right now but after class.”
    “No,” I say to his back, causing his feet to freeze. He doesn’t respond, just moves to the podium and starts the lecture. The whole class period I keep my head bowed, taking notes without looking at him. Today’s the last class before the final exam and projects are due next Thursday.
    Giving up on him, on us, is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Not only do I feel miserable about the thought of being lonely, but I worry about what Josie will say when I don’t fulfill my responsibility for the love potion. She and Lawson are solid together, so I just don’t see that falling apart because I can’t make a man sleep with me.
    The longest hour of my life is physically painful until Gage finally dismisses class. I wait until one of the other girls has his attention before I try to sneak past. Unfortunately, he stops me.
    “Reagan, wait!” he calls out. “See me during office hours,” he tells the girl. She hurries around me to leave the room and he grabs my elbow to stop me from doing the same.
    I swear I feel his damp lips brush my cheek before he says, “I’ve missed you.” Three words and my heart beats triple time while goosebumps race up and down my arms. Glancing around belatedly to see if anyone else witnesses it, the room is emptying with everyone facing the door and not us.
    “Shouldn’t you be saying that to your wife?” I whisper.
    “What?” he asks, dropping my arm. “You don’t understand, Reagan. In all the years we were married I never felt for her what I already feel for you.”
    “Then why was she at your house kissing you?” I ask, turning around to face him to see his reaction.
    “Because she won’t give up for whatever reason…Wait. How did you know?”
    “I stupidly showed up to your house, but when I saw you two together I realized just how crazy I was to