“Anyway, I went back home after the summer and hit uni. I took photography classes and teaching classes. I wanted to make sure I had a backup in case I never made it freelancing. I didn’t want to get jobs just because of who I was. I wanted to do it because I’d earned the fucking right to.”
“I get that.”
He nods. “Anyway, I graduated after a few years and walked right into a teaching job. It wasn’t anything huge or well paid. Just evenings and weekends, but it was enough to get some experience. I loved it—loved showing other people how to get the best out of the camera.”
“Wait. You told me you hated it.”
“I lied a little. I never really hated it though. I just loved freelancing more. I worked them side by side for a few years.”
“So why did you stop?”
He runs his hands down my back, still linked, and settles them at the top of my butt. He watches me for a moment, his face getting ever more serious.
“Tyler. Why?” I prompt him again.
He sighs and rests his forehead again mine. His eyes are closed, like he doesn’t want to look at me as he tells me.
“I slept with one of my students.”