A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 11

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Ms Deans P.O.V:

It had all happened so quickly.
My cheek still tingled from where she'd touched me, even 20 minutes after it had happened.

I take a long swig directly from my wine bottle, focusing only on its taste and the slow tick of the clock.

However that focus was quickly diverted almost immediately after I set it back down to rest my elbows on the counter top.

I gaze across the room to where the unfinished uno game lay spread across the table, remnants of take out pushed to the side.

It's normal to want to be friends with your student, right?

I chew on my lip and ponder the question, even with a million other thoughts clouding my mind.

Grabbing the bottle, I take another drink and walk to my bedroom- bottle still in hand.

"It'll be fine." I murmur out loud: an attempt at convincing myself just as much as anyone else.

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Morgan's P.O.V:

I shut the front door behind me, then lean against it.

"Fuckk," I groan, "this is so not fine."
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh, letting my head hang forward.

Although I didn't want to admit it, I enjoyed tonight. A lot.

Perhaps it was that realisation alone that scared me- not to mention the clear tension that arose in her kitchen.

I let out a sigh and push myself off the door, making my way to my room, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was utterly quiet as I stared at my hands in my lap.

I straighten my back and frown. Where's Kylie?

It didn't take long for me to realize she wasn't home, nor had I even spoken to her this morning; or at all today.

Concern for her overrules any other worries and I reach for my phone on the bedside table.

Not a single message or call had been left. So instead I call her.

Only low rings filled the room for a few moments, before it descends into silence once more.

I consider calling again but put the phone down instead.

Like clockwork, a door swings open, slamming shut a second later. My eyes brighten and I question whether I'd left something behind at Alyssa's.

But as Kylie rushes through the door I sink back into the bed.

"Hey babe," She drawls, approaching me with a slight stumble in her step, "you miss me?"

She pushes me down onto the bed, crawling across me until her hair hung over my face and I could feel her breath on my cheeks.

"Well yes I did—," She interrupts and kisses me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. It tasted strongly of alcohol.

I grab her shoulders and gently push her back, frowning at her drowsy eyes, "You're drunk Kylie."
She rolls them in response.

"So what? I'm horny." She drags out the last syllable, leaning her head forward and kissing me again, this time more aggressively.

I pull away, "No seriously Kylie, stop." She frowns.

"What?" She asks almost angrily, pushing herself up to sit next to me and I sit up also.

"I was worried sick— you didn't think to call?" I flail my hands desperately, "Where were you?