"I’m eighteen. It’s not like it’s technically illegal.” She looked down at her feet as he suggested staying away from each other. “I don’t want to avoid you,” She spoke in a whisper.
He sighed. "But it is. You're my student. It's not like you're an eighteen year old who isn't. The circumstances complicate things, Marilyn. You just don't understand." He hurt a bit at the sound of her voice, and it took everything within him not to kiss her. He couldn't risk it. Not now. "Neither do I. But I think that's the only thing we can do right now. Until things get settled here." He added, trying to give her some hope.












