Teacher (Voyeur, #6)

by Fiona Cole

“I can want all I want, but it doesn’t mean it’s mine to take.”

“You want to teach me?”

“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.”

Nervous because she looked at me like I was the answer to all her fears—to her future. Nervous because I liked it.

“Thank you. It has pockets.” “Well, shit. Best dress ever then.”

“Nothing without your consent counts. This is your choice. This is the first time you are choosing to give your body to someone, and that is all that matters. Hanna, this is your first time.”

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