The affair | A Chris Wood imagine

Chapter two

"How's dinner?" Your mom asks you. "It's good." You say quietly. "So Mr. Wood told me how your grades have been slipping." She says. "I spoke with him, and he's gonna start tutoring you." You choke on your water. "Oh." You say. "Is there something wrong with that?" She asks. "No, it's fine. I just don't feel like I need tutor." You say, trying to hide the fact that you've been having sex dreams about him. "Until your grades improve, your stuck." She tells you. "Are you sure he has to be my tutor?" You ask her. "Well he's gonna be the best tutor for this subject." She tells you.

Will having him as your tutor effect how you feel about him?

It's Monday, and the first day he's tutoring you. Your mom takes you to Mr. Woods house after school. "Have fun!" Your mom jokes as you get out of the car. You knock on the door, and he opens it. "Come in y/n." He tells you. You walk into his house, and immediately see pictures of him and his wife on the wall. Even more of a reminder that you need to keep your cool. "Come, sit. Can I get you water or anything?" He asks. "No thank you." You say, walking over to the dining room table. You sit down, and put your backpack on the ground. "Let's get started." He tells you. You get your book out and flip to page 103. "Did you do the reading I assigned you last night?" You gently shake your head no. "Okay, well, why don't you do that now?" He suggests. You get started on the reading, and he sits next to you and watches.

"What does this mean?" You ask. "This?" He points to a word in the book, but accidentally touches your hand. "Yeah." You softly look into his eyes. "That means, to um-" You see him struggle to think, when you hear a knock at the door. "That must be your mom." He says, standing up from his chair. You pack your bag up, then walk to the door. "Bye, thank you." You look up at Mr. Wood. "Goodbye, don't forget to finish the reading." He tells you as your walking out.

"What was that weird look you gave him when you were walking out?" Your mom asks you. "What weird look?" You try to play it off as if something awkward didn't happen. "You looked at him weirdly." She stops to look at you. "What are you talking about? No I didn't." You say to her. "Oh." She says, starting to walk to the car again.

Neither of you say a word in the car. She could tell something happened in there, she just didn't know what.

When you get home, you lay down on your bed. You reach into your bag and get your phone so you can text your friends.

You: He touched my hand

Sara: Who did?

You: Mr. Wood, duh. Who else would it be?

Sara: Idk, I was just wondering

Abi: You're thinking about this WAY too much y/n

You: I know, I just think theres something happening between us

Sara: Nothing can happen y/n, he's your teacher

Abi: Yeah, he can get arrested

You: I know

Sara: You don't think there's a chance that something will happen between you guys, do you?

You: Not really

Abi: Good, because nothing can

You: I know! Can you guys stop being rude!

You put your phone down. Your friends are aggregating you too much to talk to them.

It's Wednesday now, meaning it's another tutoring session. "Come in!" Mr. Wood says while sitting at the dining room table. You walk in and close the door. You sit down next to him, and get your books out. "Page 125." He tells you. You flip to the page and he gets up to get water. "Would you like anything to drink?" He asks you. "No thank you." You look back down at your book.

A couple minutes later, he comes back with a glass of water. "I don't understand this part of the chapter." You look at him as he takes a big gulp of water. "What is it?" He asks. He sits down next to you and sets his water down. He moves his chair closer to yours. You can feel his warm breath on your shoulder. You squirm in your seat, and he notices. "Is something wrong?" He asks you. "Umm, no." He puts his hand on your shoulder.

As he explains the chapter, all you can focus on is him. His hands pointing at the book. His lips getting wet when he licks them. You can feel yourself getting wet at just the sight of him. "Y/n?" He gets your attention.  "Are you okay?" He asks you. "Yes, sorry." You respond, quicker than ever. "Were you listening?" He asks. "Umm, no." You say, quietly. He laughs, and reaches for his water. He takes a drink of it, and notices you staring at his lips. "What're you doing?" He sets his glass down. "Nothing." You look into his confused eyes. "It looked like you were looking at my lips." He tells you. "Well, I wasn't." You reply. "Oh, that sucks." He whispers. You heard what he said. You grab his hand and move it to your thigh. He looks at you, and slightly bites his lip.