𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

I let my mind wander into different situations of what can happen once he walks into my front door.

dracula

Hey, I'm here.

I don't even bother with responding, rushing to the front door. "Hello," I nearly gasp seeing Mr. Brando's wet blonde locks curling into place. How his leather trench coat fits so well...I feel something tingle deep inside me which makes me blush in embarrassment.

"Hey, may I come in?" I nod staring at him, probably drooling; which, I never thought I would do. "Who would have thought that weather would just come on so suddenly? I'm soaked and so is the bottle, be careful please." The professor gives me the bottle as he walks into the kitchen.

I nod, showing him where to put his coat, and answer his rhetorical question, opening the wine bottle. "It was clear an hour ago, this is why I never trust the weather app. That shit gives me trust issues." Dio chuckles.

"I don't even pay attention to it anymore. I have things to do, rain or shine."

"I couldn't have said it better. Is this enough for now?" I show him a half-full glass.

He smiles a yes, sitting at the kitchen nook. "Thank you, darling."

"No problem." I turn my back to him and start pouring my own glass.

"Got a question: do you say half empty or half full?" He twirls the glass, making red waves crash together violently.

"Half full, I don't get the half-empty argument. Now, that doesn't make me a positive person? No, I'm still very cynical." I pause to take a sip. "How about you, half full or half empty?"

"Half empty doesn't sound right. So I will have to agree with you and say half full." I see the man's plump lips glossy from the wine as he smiles at me.

I try not to think about how nice it would be to touch them and ask, "do you want to join me on the couch?"

He looks at me, his eyes soften. "Sure thing." And with that, we walk to the couch with wine in hand. I set my glass and go to look for the remote when- "Looking for this?" The blonde smirks.

"Y-yes, t-thank you." I regret being so close to him already. I couldn't even talk at a normal volume, and then I started to stutter.

I feel my hands shake as I raise my glass to my lips. Feeling the red liquid go down makes me feel a bit better, but not enough. I look at the TV and turn it on, trying not to think about the man next to me or his stare. Immediately, the news comes on. "Breaking news: Yorknew is under attack! The phantom troupe is back with a vengeance-" I turn the channel off and switch the HDMI.

"Netflix?" He guesses, getting closer to me.

"Mmhm! Got any suggestions?" I ask without eye contact. Gluing my eyes to the screen makes me feel less nervous.

"Yeah, but it is an older movie. I think it is actually on Youtube instead. It's called D.O.A." I go to Youtube and look it up. It was on before I could blink.

Dio shifts even closer to me. My mind is in shambles, trying to look for a way out.

Why do I feel so strange when he is around? I want him close, but then I get so anxious and want to leave!

I grip my glass as it is the only thing not making me feel like an absolute wreck. Just as I drift out of my thoughts, I hear a whisper: "Sweetheart, I see the gears turning in your head. There is nothing to be worried about." His large hands rub my back gingerly, sending shivers down my spine. His other hand cups my face, his head moving so he could look me in the eyes.  "I won't do anything you don't want me to, relax it's ok." By the time he finished his speech, his lips and body alike were nearly on mine.

Left speechless, and with even more butterflies in my stomach, I freeze. My eyes look at his lips but quickly look to his, which look darker than before.

I want him to kiss me, but why? Why am I feeling this now? Why am I feeling this urge at all? All my life, I never even thought of romance. I knew it was a thing and all, but I wanted something more, I suppose. Now, in college, at the most inconvenient time, these feelings come into my life?! This is just not fair! Why couldn't this happen at any other time?

"Tell me no." He demanded, staring at my lips while twirling a strand of my hair. I barely shake my head 'no.' "Please, tell me to stop." His mind makes him beg, but his lust keeps him staring.

I don't want him to. I truly do not want any of this to stop; I want him by my side. I can take the nerves if that's what keeps him near.

"I refuse." My words hold the power my voice can't.

Before I could process the situation, my wrists were over my head, restricted by the professor's hand, the other hand still holding my face. His body lowers.

His lips are so close- 

A/N: this story is my imagination but also the idea came about from other stories i've read, especially this chapter. it is inspired by a story named Godly by @/shookiebrando here on wattpad. totally check that story out, it is so well written and just *chef's kiss* 

anyways that is all to do with the book and me...besides work was so rough holy shit i cried in my car for a good 15 minutes- but u didn't need to know that lmao byeeeeeeeeee 

Written on: 9/09/21

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