![]() ![]() “But it would have been totally unethical for me to go out with him, even if I had been free.” “I should have stopped giving him private lessons at once, persuaded one of the other teachers to do it, but…I liked him, you know? Liked spending time with him.” If I was brutally honest with myself, I’d enjoyed the ego boost too, the way he’d seemed to look up to me, even though I was barely six years his senior. I think that was partly why he got a bit of a crush on me.” It didn’t excuse my behaviour, though. If he hadn’t been your student, it’d have been fine, right?” “So this Oliver, he was the lad I met down at your place? How old was he? Can’t have been younger than sixteen.” “I mean, I was with Crispin.” Perhaps that had been part of the attraction too-I’d known it would never go anywhere, so I’d felt safe to enjoy it. “Not that I ever even dreamed of acting upon it,” I added quickly. I’m explaining this all wrong.” I took a deep breath and stared at my sports socks, my toes sinking into Sean’s soft blue bedroom carpet. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like it from where I’m sitting.” ![]()
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