Come Back to Me (Erotic Reunion Romance, Virgin Sex, New Adult Romance) by Colleen Anderson

The last time I saw Josh; he had waved to me from the other side of the terminal with the same lopsided grin on his face that had melted my heart when I first met him. I wanted to tell him then how much I loved him and how much I didn’t want him to leave. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched him turn around and disappear into the crowd.
     
    I don’t think he ever knew how I felt when he disappeared from my life twelve years ago. And I definitely didn't think he would ever come back to my life.
     
    If you had asked me back then where I would be, I sure as hell wouldn’t have said working at my old high school as the orchestra teacher. But it’s funny how life worked out, isn’t it? After enough time, everything just became a routine. Wake up in the morning, put on makeup, get dressed, and go to work. And then, it’s just another eight hours until the last bell rings and it’s time to go home. After a while, I kind of just got used to it and started enjoying the monotony.
     
    Sure, there’s that sudden realization every once in a while that life was passing me by and I’d find myself wondering what my life would be like if I had just said something twelve years ago.
     
    But I didn’t say anything then, and I can’t change the past.
     
    My violin was my companion on those lonely nights. I could’ve been playing for the city symphony. Most of my students even asked me why I was teaching when I could be performing. They didn’t know that the symphony was out of money and couldn’t pay. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that, just like how I didn’t have the guts to tell Josh.
     
    I got to the school a little bit later than I usually do thanks to an accident on the freeway. At least I still had about an hour before my first class started. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sipped on it quietly while the other teachers shuffled about the teacher’s lounge.
     
    My friend Sandy sat down next to me. Like me, she didn’t have her first class until an hour. But unlike me, Sandy had the body of a model, with full voluptuous hips, hair that seemed to bounce with her step, and a pair of perky breasts that turned heads no matter where she went. Her students always said that she was their favorite teacher. Funny how they were almost always boys.
     
    “ Morning, Stacey!” She was so bubbly too.
     
    The coffee still hasn’t kicked in yet and all I can do is quickly mutter an indistinguishable “Good morning” back at her.
     
    “What’s wrong? You look tired.” Sandy ran her hand through her hair and casually flipped it back.
     
    “Oh nothing, late night.”
     
    “Ooh.” There was a devious grin on Sandy’s face and she pulled her chair closer. “So, tell me. Who’s the lucky guy?”
     
    “No, it’s not like that. I stayed up too late practicing.”
     
    “Oh.” The grin disappeared from Sandy’s face.
     
    I hated the fact that Sandy gets so excited about other people’s dating lives. She has this funny thought process that if you show up to work tired, you must’ve been out with a guy last night. Not all of us look like you, I thought to myself—a little more bitterly than I’d like. Maybe I’d think differently if I were getting a piece of the action myself. Maybe not. I braced myself for the inevitable follow-up question from Sandy.
     
    “So, when was the last time you…” She looked at me furtively. “You know…”
     
    “A while.” That was a lie.
     
    I was pretty sure my face turned beet-red right there. I just nodded and looked away. It felt so humiliating.
     
    “Hey, don’t worry, we all have dry spells. Tell you what, why don’t you drop by my place tonight. Let’s go hit the town.”
     
    “It’s a school night, Sandy.”
     
    “That’s fine. You need to get out there and at least try to play the game a little. I have this cute little red dress that’d be perfect for you. Oh this is going to be so much fun.” Sandy got more and more excited as she