I look at him—and he looks at me.
His heavy gaze has been haunting me for two whole weeks now. Accusing, condemning, then confused—and in real life, angry. It torments my heart from the very night when, in a shameful retreat, I fled at the most tantalizing moment from the hotel room.
Back then, I faltered. I was afraid.
And now? Now I have no words. Only the shame that overwhelms me headfirst as I realize that the man who took over my dreams, and with whom I had a resort romance, is now my new instructor.
Only I could get myself into something that specific!