Against all Rules (wlw)

Chapter 12 - We've tried - Olivia

Why is it so warm? I usually sleep with my windows wide open. Didn't I turn the heating off? Whatever. Was that a leg?

Then, all of a sudden, last night's events shoot into my head. Everything that happened begins to form a picture. There are so many questions, but right now, Sarah is my priority. I mean, Ms. Black, of course. At the moment, she's sleeping peacefully, and I don't mean to wake her. Yesterday, she was completely freaked about what happened. No wonder. She clearly has a history with that man. I've never seen someone with so much craziness in his eyes. Is he the reason for her collapse last week? What happened between them? What did he do to her?

A few minutes later, I turn to look at my phone screen. 5 am, that's quite early. Maybe it's best if I go into my room. The doors could stay open, so I'd hear if something was wrong. As I try to stay up, Sarah lets out a quiet sigh: "Liv? Can you stay?" Her words touch me in a place I really don't like. What we're doing here is wrong. The problem is, I'm not able to stop. Everything about her is just so pure. When she smiles, my whole body responds to it. Not to forget the feeling in my stomach right now, as she moves her hips a little while I'm spooning her. And then there's the unchangeable fact that Sarah Black is my teacher.

The night went on, but I wasn't able to sleep again. There were too many thoughts and questions I had.  At around 9 am, it felt too wrong, staying in bed with my teacher. Making breakfast felt like a good idea to me. Carefully I get up without waking her. Luckily I went shopping yesterday, so I decided to make some pancakes with blueberries and a self-made topping.

The smell filled the whole apartment. It was no wonder that Sarah showed up a few minutes later. With a proud smile, I ask: "You like pancakes, right?" Suddenly her look changes. "I should probably go, Olivia. This, it's not okay. I couldn't be more thankful for what you've done, but it's wrong if I stay.  Too many lines have been crossed." She looks embarrassed saying that. Even though I know she's right, her words hurt me. This time I just can't hold back: "I know it's wrong, and believe me, when I say, that I would agree under every possible circumstance.  It's just, I want you here somehow, and it won't change anything since you slept here. So please." She lifts her head to look at me. A tear runs down her cheek.

She's done, I can tell. I can't but reach over and take her into my arms. Seeing her like that hurts like hell. Sarah starts to shake again like she did yesterday. The only thing I want to do is take her pain away.

I end up carrying her to the sofa in my arms and quietly whispering: "Everything is going to be okay. I got you." We sat down, Sarah pressed against my chest and me holding her. She slowly stops shaking and suddenly lifts her head to look at me. "You're so beautiful." the words escape my mouth before realizing what I just said. Sarah's lips form a tiny smile. "I'm hungry. Didn't you make pancakes?"

We had an encouraging conversation about random stuff in our lives. Sarah's mood changed quickly, and I was feeling so good, making her happy. "Can I use your shower before I head out? I know it sounds dumb, but..." I interrupt her: "Of course you can. The towels are on the white shelf next to the sink."

As she leaves for the bathroom, my thoughts go in there with her. Picturing Sarah taking a shower heats my body all the way up. I'm aware of the situation, and honestly, this turns me on even more. Suddenly I hear the bathroom door opening. Seconds later, she is standing there, with wet hair, wearing nothing but a towel.

I can feel my eyes widen at the sight of hers. A loud clashing brings me back to this world. Shit, I must've forgotten how to hold my coffee cup. The brown liquid starts to flood the kitchen floor. "Fuck!" I'm ashamed, but Sarah bursts out laughing. Her laugh echoes around in the kitchen. It's the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. While I try to get this mess under control, I notice Sarah walking into the kitchen. "Where are your wipes?" she asks. "In the upper cupboard next to the sink," I answer and suddenly burst out laughing too.

As Sarah tries to get those wipes, her height gets in the way of it. "Let me help you?" I suggest walking into the kitchen. Instead of waiting for me to help her, she stubbornly tries to climb up the kitchen counter herself. The next thing I know, she lets out a shriek. The shock about losing her towel makes her stumble backward. Luckily, I've made my way into the kitchen. I manage to catch Sarah before hitting the ground. For a moment, we just stare at each other. Unintentionally, I let out a loud gasp at the sight of her. "Let me down?" She says, clearing her throat. Still captured by the image of her perfect body, I stumble: "Of course, Sarah."

The moment she turns around to grab her towel, I can't but stare. I'm completely frozen, unable to move or speak a single word. What just happened?

Time seems to stand still as she looks at me.  My gaze turns to her lips, and I can see her doing the same. The tension between us reached an unbearable level. All I want to do is give in and close the distance between us.

Sarah is the first one of us to make a move. But instead of coming closer, she looks away ashamedly. Seeing her like that sends a stab right through my heart. I reach over to take her chin in between both my hands. The words come out automatically: "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, angel."

Note from the author:

We all know what has to happen and also will happen next. Enough patience!