My Professor's Dirty Little Secret
My escape from the tight coil of frustration and tension Dalton had wrapped around me all week.
Walking back through the crowded mall, bags swinging, laughter spilling again, I felt lighter. My anger toward Dalton hadn’t disappeared, but it had shifted. It wasn’t just irritation anymore; it was a combustible mixture of defiance, excitement, and that spark of anticipation for a night where I could be completely myself, uninhibited and unapologetic.
“Oh! I forgot to mention. It is a masquerade party, so I got you a mask. Only rule is that no matter what happens, you do not remove the mask. Club rules,” Lila stated with a shrug.