Page 13 of Her Indecent Tutor
After he walked away, I turned to her. “I don’t understand why you’re still friendly with him. He ditched you, remember?”
They had planned to spend spring break at Tim’s hometown, where Willow would meet his dad. She’d taken a four hour bus ride to get there, only to find out Tim had ditched her last minute to go on a boys’ trip to Mexico, leaving Willow stuck Tim’s dad, a total stranger.
I’d been furious on her behalf, but Willow was strangely…okay about the whole thing. Actually, she’d been a bit quiet ever since she came back from spring break. I figured she’d just been upset about the breakup.
“It’s complicated,” Willow said now, returning her gaze toTwelfth Night, the play she was writing an essay on.
“How is it complicated?” I asked. “He treated you terribly, and now you’re being polite to each other like nothing happened.”
Willow hesitated, then closed the book. “Yeah, he did something awful. But I did something awful too.”
“What are you talking about?”
She bit her lip. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Of course not,” I said immediately. “You can trust me with anything.”
She nodded slowly. “I…I have a boyfriend.”
“What?”
“His name is Logan.”
I didn’t know anyone called Logan.
“Logan Carrington,” she finished.
I stared. “You mean…”
Willow nodded. “Yeah. Tim’s dad.”
My jaw dropped.
Willow explained the absolutely wild story of how she found herself in bed with Tim’s dad, and how it turned into a relationship. Now that I thought about it, it had been strange she spent all of spring break in Tim’s hometown. At the time, I hadn’t thought too deeply about it because I’d been away with Phoebe and Grace, vacationing in Miami.
Initially, I felt concerned for Willow, especially when she mentioned he was twenty four years older than her. But the more she talked about him, the more it was clear she truly cared about him. They got each other, she said. And from the sound of it, he treated her really well. It was a long distance relationship at the moment, but they called every night and spent their weekends seeing each other.
“I’m happy for you,” I told her.
“You’re not secretly judging me?”
I leaned over and wrapped her up in a hug. “I’ll never judge you. Who cares how old he is? What matters is that he makes you feel loved.”
She pulled away and smiled at me. “Thank you, Tessa.”
I was flattered she trusted me enough to tell me all of this. “Actually,” I began slowly, “I have a secret too.”
She took my hand. “What is it?”
I glanced down. “Um…it’s embarrassing.”
“You can tell me,” she said with big eyes.
I sucked in a breath. “I’m a virgin.”
She blinked a few times. “Oh,” she said, then looked at me like she was waiting for something. “Oh, is that the secret?”
I nodded, feeling my neck go a bit hot.
