“Because,” I start, pushing a stray hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. “You’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I’m not doing that. You can sleep in here; I don’t want you walking home this late, but we can’t hook up.”

“It’s okay, though. You’ve had a lot to drink too.”

“I know, but I’m not drunk or even close to it. I’m sorry.”

She looks like she wants to say more, or try again, but she eventually smiles sheepishly before climbing off my lap. For someone who wanted to fuck, she passes out surprisingly fast. Her breathing evens out after a few minutes, and I’m left wide awake.

Like every single night this week, my mind drifts back to the conversation with Professor Philips on Monday, and the convention he invited me to go to. And how fucking hot it would be to hook up with him. Not that it would ever happen… but fuck, the thought turns me on like nothing else.

My body finally gives itself over to sleep at some point, and by the time I wake in the morning, Madison is long gone.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Stone Philips

What a fucking day.

I haven’t been this excited to walk through my front door in, I don’t even know how long. School is wearing on me lately, the students giving me a run for my money. The closer we get to the end of the semester, the more they want to fuck off. It doesn’t make sense. They aren’t middle or high school kids. These are college kids. I haven’t seen this much laziness since my first year of teaching.

Walking over to my wet bar and grabbing the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, I pour myself two fingers, then toss it back in one go. The burn going down is welcomed, the warmth filling my belly, helping to loosen my stiff muscles. After pouring myself another two fingers, I make my way toward the kitchen in search of some food, hoping to avoid seeing my wife.

Aida and I have been married for fourteen years. We met in high school, our sophomore year, to be exact, and got married straight away after graduation. We both came from old-fashioned families, who believed in marriage and building a family. We were the stereotypical small town, high school couple—the winning quarterback and his head cheerleader.

Oh, how shit has changed.

The last fourteen years haven’t been easy, by any means. They’ve been hard work, arguments, compromising, and tears. We found out early on in our marriage that we couldn’t have kids—Aida has polycystic ovary syndrome, and while it’s not impossible to get pregnant, it is extremely challenging, and we’ve never had any luck.