Angela

I leaned back against the desk and stared at my phone. This wasn’t right. I knew it, but Ben kept texting me, and I couldn’t help texting back, even though I was still in the middle of class. I was sure my students were wondering what was going on because I definitely wasn’t acting like my usual self. I could be giving myself away, but I didn’t care.

Not that long ago, I hadn't liked Ben, at all. Now, for the past few days, he’d been showing up at my place, we’d have sex, then he would leave in the morning before I went to work. I still found it pretty unbelievable, but he texted me every time he had classes, except when he was in mine.

Today, he had a different class.

I glanced up to make sure everyone was done jotting down notes, then went to shift the slides. I didn’t think we’d get through them all today; I was too distracted. Still, I had to take my job seriously if I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything.

Even though I knew I had to be careful, though, I was plenty careless. Li