I turned to face Mr. Hayes and he let out the same long sigh. Our eyes met for a moment and a sorry smile crept up our faces.

“I… I don’t know what happened, I’m sorry—“ he started but I cut him off.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry,”

I didn’t want him to think that he was the adult that took advantage of me. I wanted it just as much as he did. Maybe even more.

The air turned awkward all of a sudden and Mr. Hayes started the car again. We were driving ...