“So what are we going to do?” She turned to face me, and that’s when I saw the version of her that I met in the library. Despite being a teacher, putting on a front, being older, she was still a beautiful girl who was looking for the same thing I was. She was attracted to me, and no amount of telling herself it was wrong was going to stop the way she felt.
I quickly stood and moved to stand in front of her, effectively stopping her pacing. “I like you, like a lot. I want to see where this goes, but I also wanna be there for you. I don’t know how to do that though if we have to hide this. What am I supposed to do when you’re at the house and one of my brothers makes a comment about fucking you? Your boyfriend should be able to stick up for you. Are you really going to be ok with that?” I murmured as I stopped mere centimeters from her. Her eyes blinked rapidly before she slowly licked her lips.
“All I know,” she paused as one hand slowly slid up my arms, just her fingertips touching the tanned skin, “is that this isn’t working. It physically hurts me to be near you and not know what you feel like. I don’t wanna walk away from you without knowing what you feel like when your sweaty body is hovering over me. I wanna know your touch, the look you have when you come. I don’t wanna regret not doing this, and if that makes me too forward, well I don’t care. I’m tired of waiting for my brother to approve or the department. I wanna do this for me, and if it blows up in my face at least I won’t regret it.”
I took a deep breath and blew it out of my nose. How was I supposed to resist that? She was everything that I wanted in a woman, and she was offering me the world at the moment. We were only promised that night, but my brain didn’t care. I wanted to feel her too. I wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Did the real thing hold up to my fantasies, or was it better?
“Fuck it!” I muttered as I bent forward and captured her lips. Her body swayed into mine before I leaned down and effortlessly lifted her into my arms. Studying was long forgotten as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Bedroom,” I mumbled against her lips as I started walking toward the dark hallway.
“Second door.” She tightened her grip as I moved us, following her directions.
I may feel differently about this in the morning, but at the moment I didn’t care. I had my fantasy in my arms, and I was awake for it this time. Addison Porter was going to be mine, and I hers. Tonight, I was going to be the teacher, and she my pupil. I’d make sure that this lesson was one she would never forget no matter what the expiration date on us would be.