her.
So i f Karis gave him another chance, with no other option, he would bury that secret and lock it Pandora-style. Selfish, yes, but it was his only choice...for now.
And n ow wasn’t the time to debate whether she’d accept him or not because for the third time in his life, he was going to see the woman he fell in love with three years ago. And this time, he would do his damnedest to keep her.
Chapter 12
Today is going be bat-shit crazy, Karis thought as she pulled into the school parking lot. But at least she wouldn’t have a single minute to think about Michael. The sexy bastard entered her daily thoughts for the last two weeks. One thing was for sure: the old adage was bullshit. It is not better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. That damn moron clearly had never lost anyone, had never felt the lingering ache of a troubled heart. It was simple to Karis. If she opened herself to Michael, she welcomed inevitable pain. And she’d already had her fair share of pain.
T he business of taking care of her children and teaching at least helped the days pass without too much heartache. Nights, however, were another story. Karis could count on one hand the amount of times she’d cried, and two of those were the births of her children. For two weeks, she cried herself to sleep, praying for some peace, praying to forget about how he smelled, how he tasted…just him. As soon as sleep captured her, the dreams would spill to all things Michael, and for the love of naughty sex, he did unspeakable things to her in various positions on the beach, where his damn coconuty scent had her licking every inch of the Adonis-Apollo bastard.
Because it was Career Day, Karis had arranged for Eve to take the kids to school. She had to prepare both the auditorium and her classroom for the speakers. Originally, Professor Lewis planned to speak, but Diane sent her a brief email on Thursday morning to let her know that Jason wouldn’t be able to attend, but was in the process of finding someone who would. Karis was open to the swap in speakers. She respected Diane’s judgment since she’d taken such good care of Robert. Diane comforted Karis more than a doctor should, bringing her take-home meals and offering to watch her children between shifts so that Karis could stay with Robert. In fact, Diane’s generosity allowed Karis to be at the hospital when Robert finally passed. She sat by him, held his hand, and watched his last breath escape his lungs. She would be forever indebted to Diane for that last precious moment.
Karis made her way straight to the auditorium, people-free and dim. She arranged a row of seats on the stage for the speakers and placed the brightly-colored floral arrangements strategically around the auditorium. She strode to the back of the auditorium to admire her work and was pleased. The arrangements were just the pop of color the stage needed. She finished by moving the podium to center stage, testing its microphone, and placing water bottles underneath the speakers’ seats. She turned around one more time to admire the room then left to arrange her own classroom for the individual break-out sessions.
Her room was like a second home to her. Her room radiated academia. She had arranged it the same way for nearly ten years--five rows of six seats, evenly spaced, not touching. Looking around now, she decided that she’d keep the same arrangement, but push the desks to each side to form a center aisle for the professor to interact with the students. God, she loathed high school classrooms that looked, well, elementary. Cutesy borders didn’t edge her bulletin boards and posters about the eight parts of speech and the stages of writing didn’t cover the walls. Her walls donned posters of her favorite novels and films of merit, and the bulletin boards displayed student work. Individual achievement. Karis loathed group work even
So i f Karis gave him another chance, with no other option, he would bury that secret and lock it Pandora-style. Selfish, yes, but it was his only choice...for now.
And n ow wasn’t the time to debate whether she’d accept him or not because for the third time in his life, he was going to see the woman he fell in love with three years ago. And this time, he would do his damnedest to keep her.
Chapter 12
Today is going be bat-shit crazy, Karis thought as she pulled into the school parking lot. But at least she wouldn’t have a single minute to think about Michael. The sexy bastard entered her daily thoughts for the last two weeks. One thing was for sure: the old adage was bullshit. It is not better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. That damn moron clearly had never lost anyone, had never felt the lingering ache of a troubled heart. It was simple to Karis. If she opened herself to Michael, she welcomed inevitable pain. And she’d already had her fair share of pain.
T he business of taking care of her children and teaching at least helped the days pass without too much heartache. Nights, however, were another story. Karis could count on one hand the amount of times she’d cried, and two of those were the births of her children. For two weeks, she cried herself to sleep, praying for some peace, praying to forget about how he smelled, how he tasted…just him. As soon as sleep captured her, the dreams would spill to all things Michael, and for the love of naughty sex, he did unspeakable things to her in various positions on the beach, where his damn coconuty scent had her licking every inch of the Adonis-Apollo bastard.
Because it was Career Day, Karis had arranged for Eve to take the kids to school. She had to prepare both the auditorium and her classroom for the speakers. Originally, Professor Lewis planned to speak, but Diane sent her a brief email on Thursday morning to let her know that Jason wouldn’t be able to attend, but was in the process of finding someone who would. Karis was open to the swap in speakers. She respected Diane’s judgment since she’d taken such good care of Robert. Diane comforted Karis more than a doctor should, bringing her take-home meals and offering to watch her children between shifts so that Karis could stay with Robert. In fact, Diane’s generosity allowed Karis to be at the hospital when Robert finally passed. She sat by him, held his hand, and watched his last breath escape his lungs. She would be forever indebted to Diane for that last precious moment.
Karis made her way straight to the auditorium, people-free and dim. She arranged a row of seats on the stage for the speakers and placed the brightly-colored floral arrangements strategically around the auditorium. She strode to the back of the auditorium to admire her work and was pleased. The arrangements were just the pop of color the stage needed. She finished by moving the podium to center stage, testing its microphone, and placing water bottles underneath the speakers’ seats. She turned around one more time to admire the room then left to arrange her own classroom for the individual break-out sessions.
Her room was like a second home to her. Her room radiated academia. She had arranged it the same way for nearly ten years--five rows of six seats, evenly spaced, not touching. Looking around now, she decided that she’d keep the same arrangement, but push the desks to each side to form a center aisle for the professor to interact with the students. God, she loathed high school classrooms that looked, well, elementary. Cutesy borders didn’t edge her bulletin boards and posters about the eight parts of speech and the stages of writing didn’t cover the walls. Her walls donned posters of her favorite novels and films of merit, and the bulletin boards displayed student work. Individual achievement. Karis loathed group work even
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