A Twisted Identity [A Student/Teacher Romance]

Actions & Motives

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Chapter 8: Actions & Motives

“Sy, Baby, come on Love, wake up it’s time to get going.” Logan said, shaking Saya’s shoulder gently. She rolled over and looked up him groggily.  

“What?” She asked, rubbing her eyes. He grinned at her and shook his head. She was really adorable in the mornings. 

“It’s time to wake up doll. We have a 10:00 A.M. check out.” He said gently. 

“Oh,” She said quietly, her head still resting on the pillow she was curled around. “What time is it?” 

“It’s 9 o’clock Doll.” He said. 

“Mmm,” Saya murmured, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow next to her. “10 more minutes?” 

Logan scowled, jealous of the pillow she was cuddling so determinedly with, not even fully aware of what she was doing. That pillow had been him an hour ago and if it he had a say in things it would still be him now. He had regretted replacing himself with a pillow the second he gotten out of bed, and was now he was contemplating how best to get rid of it. He laughed, grinning at himself. 

“Hmm? What?” She asked, suddenly slightly more aware of her surroundings. 

“Nothing Hun, I’m just being a silly old man thats all.” He said, ruffling her hair affectionately. Saya scowled,  

“You’re not old.” She said. 

“I am.” He argued.  

“Are not!” She insisted, nodding in agreement with herself. Logan raised an eyebrow and laughed at her antics. 

“I am by comparison.” He said. 

“To who?” She asked. 

“To you.” He said quietly. Saya scowled again, her face comparable to a confused toddler. 

“Nu-uh.” She said and looked down at her watch. 

“I’m,” She paused looking over at the alarm clock next to the bed. She paused, and her face fell slightly. “18 ... yesterday.” 

“Oh?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Ya.” She said nodding slightly. 

“How ... appropriate.” He said smirking at her. Saya turned bright red and through a pillow at him. Logan’s smirk grew more pronounced as a sense of accomplishment washed over him, the pillow she had just thrown was the one she had been cuddling with. Game, set, and match. Winner: Logan. 

“You’re intolerable!” She said, flopping back down on the bed.  

“You know you love me.” He teased. She raised an eyebrow, and he became flustered. 

“Well, you know what I mean.” He said quickly. She smirked at him, laughing. 

“Mhmm.” She hummed. 

“Or at least,” He said casually, looking out the window. “You loved me last night.” 

Saya’s blush grew as memories of last night flashed in front of her...