(TEACHER X STUDENT SPICY ⚠️): With one tequila down, then two, and finally three! Sophie's night kicks off with excitement as she parties with her best friends. However, things take an unexpected turn when she's rescued and brought to a stranger's...
I'm sitting on my bed, just staring at the wall, lost in my thoughts. Maybe I shouldn't have ignored his question like that. But then again, it's really none of his business in the first place.
I flop back onto the bed and shut my eyes, I feel stupid.
My bedroom is still a mess. I really need to clean it sometime this week before Christian comes home and sees it, although it really shouldn't matter.
I'll just take a few minutes to rest here before I change. I breathe in and out, enjoying the peace and quiet. Normally, I'd be reading a book, but Noah is downstairs cooking.
My mind keeps replaying everything that has happened since I met Noah. Every day feels different, especially since he's my teacher. It's been about a month and a week since we met.
But what happened in that office keeps replaying in my mind. Why the sudden change of heart, Noah?
Unanswered questions continue to swirl around my mind, leading to even more unanswered questions.
No what, it's time to shower and stop thinking.
I get off my bed and start searching in my closet for a towel. After grabbing a white towel, I leave the bedroom and walk down the hall to the bathroom.
Along the way, I glance at the family photos hung on the wall. There's little me with my brothers and parents, happy moments that I miss. But now, they seem to mean nothing to me or to them, I guess.
I step into the bathroom and pull the shower handle to start the water. The water sprinkles out of the shower head, and I lean in to check for the perfect temperature by putting my hand under the water. I place my towel on the sink and undress.
The warm water cascades over my body, soaking every part of me. I step further into the shower, letting it fall on my head, and I exhale, enjoying the refreshing feeling.
I stand there for a few minutes, just letting the water wash over me before I start scrubbing.
. . .
Finally, after twenty minutes, I finish showering. I stand in front of the mirror, drying my hair and moisturizing my skin. What should I wear?
I crouch down and start digging in my closet before something catches my eye.
It's a pair of sweater rompers that my mom designed and sent to me from Italy on my last birthday. I haven't worn them yet, but today seems like a good day to try them out.
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