Teacher (Voyeur, #6)

by Fiona Cole

Sean brought nerves and the unknown. Daniel made my chest warm, and my heart speed up and slow down at the same time.

“What is it about you that I’m not scared of?” she whispered. “I don’t know, but I’m glad you’re not.”

“Hanna, I don’t do love, so we don’t have to worry about either of us falling into that trap. I like you. I like your friendship and talking to you. So, that’s all this is—a friend helping a friend.”

“Touching you is no hardship. I’m offering anything. My body is yours to do any-fucking-thing you want to it,” I said with a bow of my head. “Just ask for what you want. Claim your power to want it.”

“No. Love doesn’t fix sickness. It can’t cure cancer, so how do you expect it to heal a mind?”

“You just do. I wish I had a better answer. A step-by-step guide to getting through it, but I don’t. You just hang in there and go to therapy and live each day and each hour or even each minute. You live it enough for them. You live a life they’d be proud of. You embrace the feeling of guilt and regret. You absorb it and feel every painful ache. And slowly, you dissolve it with each step you take forward. It’s been almost ten years, and mine still lives within me, but it’s minuscule compared to what it was.”