Lover: Alternative Cover Edition

He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I'd been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making. Did I mention I'm divorced? Because I am, and he made me laugh. God, did he make me laugh and I didn't do that. Not anymore. My ex-husband stole something from me I could never get back, and my pizza companion was there to offer an alternative. A night with him to forget old wounds from the past. And I'm totally not a terrible person because he was running from something too. We both were. Two strangers drowning in the sea of our own pain. He had a past and a woman he was trying to get out of his mind, and I had a trauma that needed the same prescription. One night to forget all the crap and the people who came before. One night of rash decisions. One night with a beautiful man who made me smile. Made me laugh. He's in his twenties. I'm in my thirties. It's only made worse that he's my student.