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[RECAP: Juliet kissed her hot Latin teacher Mr Carl Spencer on Hallowe'en...]
Carl had always thought that "taking a cold shower" was just a joke, but this time he actually went to take one.
He was disturbed and aroused and shaken up: he couldn't get the sight of Juliet out of his mind. Or the memory of her lips on his.
Just the taste of her... the scent of her...
He had never seen her out of her school uniform before, or the modest blouse she had worn to his church. Now he couldn't stop thinking of how the curve of her breasts swelled from the low-cut neckline, or the smooth length of her thighs.
Obviously he'd seen women in revealing clothing before, he hadn't lived in a monastery since birth. But this was the first time he had been so closely confronted by the body of a girl whom he not only found arousing, but who was completely off-limits. Someone whom he'd been struggling not to think about for weeks.
Carl felt too guilty to even pray, though he tried. "Lord, if this is some kind of a test, please give me the strength to pass it."
He lay in bed, feeling wired. Trying to superimpose Rebecca's face onto Juliet's, but failing.
In the end he got up and looked at his clock. It was 3am. He pulled on some clothes and went for a jog around the block. Maybe if he exhausted himself physically he'd be able to collapse into a dreamless sleep?
Juliet... Juliet... Juliet... His feet were pounding along the sidewalk, drumming her name into his head.
How was he going to concentrate the next time he taught her Latin class? After what had just happened - when he should have stood back, kept his distance, made the three of them leave. He was equally to blame. Juliet had clearly had alcohol on her breath and wasn't fully in control of herself.
But he had been sober. He was the adult. The one who should have been in control.
The fact was he hadn't stepped back because he hadn't really wanted to. He had wanted to be close to her. He had wanted to breathe her in.
He had been tempted, and he had started to fall.
* * *
Juliet woke with her head pounding. It took her a few moments to remember where she was: at Fhemie's house. She never normally drank that much. What had she been thinking?
Opening her eyes, she looked across the room and saw Margot still asleep on the other guest bed.
Slowly the events of the previous evening were trickling back into her head. They flashed through in stages, like a movie trailer.
The party and the heavily spiked punch.
The cold night air on her skin as they walked through the streets.
Approaching his door...
Juliet could remember exactly how he looked, it was like having taken a photo and stored it in her brain. His obvious surprise combined with calm politeness. No shoes and his shirt a little rumpled, as though he had just got up from the couch. The startled expression in his eyes when she had spoken of a treat.
She had kissed him.
Lying there, her head pounding, she could still feel the tingle and the burn on her lips where they had brushed his. She felt a sick excitement combined with a sense of panic that she had gone too far.
This was something she could get expelled for. Turning up at a teacher's house, drunk, throwing herself at him.
Juliet covered her face with the sheet. What had she done?
Later, they sat around Fhemie's kitchen table, drinking the strongest black coffee possible and analysing the events of the previous night. Both Margot and Fhemie found the whole thing hilarious.
"You don't think he looked really angry?" Juliet asked.
"He looked dazed," Fhemie told her. "In a good way. Not like repulsed or anything."
"If we hadn't been there who knows what might have happened?" Margot said.
Juliet shivered, thinking about it.
"Do you think he'll say anything about it on Monday? Will I get into trouble?"
Margot laughed. "When have you ever cared about getting into trouble, girl? Don't tell me Mr Hot and Holy is actually turning you into a good Christian girl for real."
"If it is, you can take my place as a nun," Fhemie told her.
Seeing that Juliet was looking conflicted, Margot tried to reassure her. "Honestly, I think he's got it bad. He was frozen to the spot but it was in a good way. Like he just got a surprise present."
"Or a strippergram," Fhemie said. She grinned at Juliet's horrified reaction. "Nah, it's all good, you're hooking him in. I've bet Margot that you'll seduce him by Christmas."
* * *
The weekend only got worse for Carl. After a night of fragmented sleep and disturbing dreams, he had another wedding planning session with Rebecca.
It was absolutely the last thing he wanted to do. The whole process seemed interminable. He couldn't summon up a fraction of enthusiasm though he did his best to look cheerful and feign interest.
Rebecca was going over the order of service and Carl was only half listening. It didn't really matter to him how they did it or even what hymns were sung, it was the result that was important to him.
So if Rebecca felt strongly about a certain reading, he was happy to let her have her way.
"I know you wanted your cousin to do the second reading, but I really don't think it's appropriate. I mean given the circumstances I don't think it's right, having him read," Rebecca was saying.
Carl had practically grown up with his cousin Billy, they were like brothers.
"What?"
"Well, you know. I mean it's not like he supports Christian marriage, with his lifestyle," Rebecca said.
Carl wasn't sure if he was hearing correctly. He hadn't been paying full attention before so he was trying to get his head around what his fiancée was saying.
Rebecca pushed one side of her hair back over her shoulder. "I was actually wondering... I mean the guest list is getting so long, and it's important to both of us that all our friends from church are able to attend. And immediate family, of course. I was thinking that maybe it would be best if your cousin... I mean maybe he wouldn't even want to come?"
"You don't want Billy at our wedding?"
"Oh no, I don't mean to put it in those terms. It's not that I don't like him, of course, I mean he's your cousin. But he lives some distance away, and maybe if we emphasised how it's really a very strongly religious event for both of us..." Rebecca smiled, in a kind of questioning way, anticipating his agreement and approval.
She would get neither. Carl was stunned.
"You want me to uninvite my cousin Billy, because he's gay?"
Rebecca gave a half smile. "I knew you'd understand. It's not like he could really enjoy himself, is it? I mean there won't be any... others like him there, will there?" She practically shuddered while saying the word "others".
Carl wanted space. He wanted to be alone to process this.
"You think I can just call him and tell him he's not welcome at my own wedding? I mean what would you even expect me to say?"
Rebecca frowned.
"I guess it's awkward, with him being your cousin and all."
The phone rang, to Carl's huge relief. He thought had got his point across calmly, with Rebecca having capitulated. As if he could turn his own cousin away! Picking up the phone he heard Dan's voice at the end of the line.
"Jenny's gone to visit her family for a couple of days. One of her old high school friends just had a baby that she has to go and see, you know what it's like with women and babies," Dan joked. Carl didn't yet, but he could imagine. "So if you want to come around for a movie and beers later, we can do a guys' night."
It was the escape he needed. "That was Dan," he said, returning to the living room where Rebecca was making marks against the guest list. "I forgot that he asked me over tonight."
"Oh." Rebecca looked a little disappointed. She and Carl hadn't had concrete plans but they would probably have ended up having dinner together.
Carl was still wondering if he had understood their previous conversation properly. He felt deeply disturbed about everything.
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