The Teacher
by Tiffany Reisz
Published on her website
Prequel Short Story to the Original Sinners Series
It's been one week since college student Grace Rowen slept with her favorite professor.
Will she be able to face him in the light of day after their one night together?
This short Original Sinners story takes place approximately twelve years before The Siren.
Genre
Triggers
Professor and student
First of all, you can read this short little story on Tiffany Reisz's website. Click HERE to go to it. :)
I'm not going to truly review a short read like this, but it's a really nice moment back in time that really shows Zach and Grace's connection, and why Zach was so brokenhearted over their separation in The Siren. I always assumed that they ended up together out of obligation, but this shows there was actual feelings involved before she found out about the pregnancy.
Zach: “Well, you are Welsh after all. Can’t let you near my books. You’ll steal all the consonants and use them all in one bloody town name.”
Zach: “I’m Jewish. Or as my brother the Rabbi calls me, Jew…ish.”
Zach: “Take the Chardonnay, it’s very good.”
She reached out and took the red wine. Zachary looked at her for a moment before smiling.
Grace: “The yellow one’s the Chardonnay, isn’t it?”
Zach: “Actually, yes. And it’s a white, not a yellow.”
Grace took a shaky breath.
Grace: “I’m just going to go now. I’ll see you next week…or five to ten years from now.”
Grace: “It’s not bad. Not uncomplimentary. Most of the girls are a little overly fond of you-”
Zach: “A rash of mental illness seems to be breaking out among the young women of Cambridge.”
Grace laughed but pressed on.
Grace: “So when you talk to any of us about anything and then you leave, there tends to be some fluttering and fanning of ourselves.”
Zach: “Physical and mental illness.”
Grace: “We call it a Zach Attack.”
Zachary groaned and collapsed back against the sofa.
Grace: “If I didn’t believe the scouser rumor before, I do now. You’re deliberately trying to embarrass me now, aren’t you?”
Zach: “Can’t help myself. You’re so lovely when you blush.”
Grace: "Everyone has a first time. I wanted it to be with you. Because of, you know, the aforementioned.”
Zach: “The aforementioned? I believe you’re the only person alive who’s ever referred to being in love with someone as ‘the aforementioned.’”
Grace: “You’re using your professor voice. Just letting you know.”
Zach: “Very well then. Lesson number one then—you have to tell me everything. This won’t work if you keep things from me. If I do something you don’t like, you absolutely must tell me. If I’m hurting you or making you uncomfortable, I need you to tell me. Promise me?”
Grace: “Yes, Professor Easton.”
Zach: “You’re going to get into trouble if you keep doing that.”
Grace: “Sorry, Professor Easton.”
Zach: “I’m going to have to kiss you just to stop you from doing that, aren’t I?”
Grace: “Very likely, Professor-”
Grace: “Your nerves? You were nervous? About me?”
Zach: “Course I was. No bloke on earth wouldn’t be nervous if a girl as beautiful as you was stopping by.”