Story 46:

The parent-teacher night at Lincoln Elementary was winding down. Most moms and dads had already grabbed their coats and headed out into the chilly fall evening. Mia lingered in the hallway, pretending to check her phone while her heart hammered in her chest.

She couldn’t stop staring at Mr Harlan. Jake Harlan, her six-year-old son’s third-grade teacher. He was thirty-nine, tall, with broad shoulders filling out his buttoned-down shirt perfectly. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off thick, tattooed forearms that made her thighs clench every time he gestured while talking. And that voice had been making her wet since the moment he said hello.

Mia was only twenty-six, a single mom who’d had her son young. She knew she looked good, tight jeans hugging her curves, low-cut top showing just enough cleavage but tonight she felt like a teenager again, blushing every time Jake’s dark eyes met hers.

Finally, the last parent left. Mia “accidentally” left her phone on the little table by the cl