by Kali Hart
“Limos?” My eyes trail down the hallway to the glass double doors. I see the stretch of black parked outside. “How many limos?”
“Enough to transport your entire class to the zoo and back,” says Wyatt.
“What?”
“They’re also getting a special behind-the-scenes tour today,” the principal adds. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
I want to feel outraged that Wyatt used his money and connections to arrange this. But the kids… they’ll be so excited. They’ll talk about this trip for weeks to come. “Don’t suppose those limos come with snacks?”
“Ten different kinds.” Wyatt takes another step closer to me, his hand touching my elbow. “I hope you don’t mind, Ms. Reynolds, but I’m coming with your class for the day. As one of the chaperones.”
“Uh, sure.” The thought of spending the day with Wyatt—in my own element of all places—scares and thrills me.
“Can I steal a moment of Ms. Reynolds’ time?” Wyatt asks my principal. Charlie has his nose pressed against the glass behind us, and three other kids are stretching their necks to see over the top of him. I can hear chaos erupting inside.
“I need to see to my class—”
“It’s no bother,” the principal says to me. “I’ll see to them. I’m overdue for a visit anyway.”
Wyatt takes my hand before I can object, and in seconds we’re outside. I count six limos lined up in the school bus lane. “This is too much, Wyatt.”
“Why?”
I find I can’t quite form an answer to that question. Maybe the only thing too much about it is my stupid pride. “Shouldn’t you be in Rome or Brazil or someplace more exciting?”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
I never thought I’d see him again. When I told him to take me home, and he didn’t so much as try to leave me with a goodbye kiss, I assumed the fun we’d had was just that. Some fling. Another notch in his bedpost. Nothing special. “I don’t understand.”
“I was wrong to ask you to leave with me so impulsively. If you’re with me, you don’t need to work another day in your life. I got so caught up in the dream of having you by my side for the rest of my life that I didn’t take your dreams into account.”
The rest of his life? Surely I heard that wrong. “Teaching is my purpose. It’s everything to me.”
“I know it is. That’s why I’m moving here.”
“What?”
“I’ll still need to travel from time to time, but I can’t stand the idea of being away from you another day.” Wyatt draws me into his arms, his hand cupping my cheek. “They’re breaking ground on that plot of land I bought. I’m building us a home, babe.”
“Us?”
He kisses me with such passion, such desperation, that I want to believe him. I pull back. “You’re sure about this? I’m not like those other women, Wyatt. Not the kind you’re used to be around on all your high-class trips—”
“And I’m so glad. Because none of those women are you.”
“What are you saying?”
Wyatt kneels before me, pulling a ring box from his jacket pocket. “I’m completely in love with you, Katy. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I want to start a life together. Marry me.”
My class is standing outside the door, wide eyes and smiles. Some might not know what’s happening right now, but some definitely do. “Say yes!” Charlie shouts.
Wyatt winks at me. “You heard the kid.”
“Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”
I’m swept up in the strong arms I’ve missed so much. Some of the kids cheer and others let us know just how opposed they are to kissing in public. But I don’t care. I passionately kiss the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with in front of them all.
Epilogue
WYATT
It’s been three wonderful years married to the woman of my dreams, and I still can’t get enough of her. I love seeing her in her element and drop by her classroom at least once a week to surprise her and the kids with something special.
But now that it’s summer break, we’re enjoying the beautiful ocean breeze off the coast of Greece. Katy’s holding our sleeping daughter in her arms. Both my girls are wearing the most beautiful smiles.
“Do you need me to lay her down?” I ask my wife.
She hands her to me and raises up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. “Lay her down, then come lay with me.”
It doesn’t matter where we are, my dick twitches in my shorts at that invitation. I watch Katy strut away in that golden swimsuit that accentuates those amazing curves, covered by little more than a shear sarong. Once I set our daughter in her crib, I’m going to bury my dick deep inside the woman I love until she’s crying out my name.
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