Teachers secret // mature //

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Song for this chapter!

Twilight - bôa (may have used this song)

First-person perspective

- Victoria Lawson -

I woke from the great nap I was having. The television was still playing, it wasn't what was originally playing but instead, a thriller-looking movie and Robert's hand was still gently playing with my hair.

His hand twisted a loc of my hair before dropping it and grabbing another piece. I lift my head and look at him, he looks away from the screen and at me. A smile spread on his lips, "Hello".

A smile then turned on my lips, I sat up and looked at him but then quickly remembered the bruise on my face, I gasped and quickly covered it with my hand - scared that it would be swollen. I can't look bad in front of him.

Rob's brows furrowed, "What are you doing that for?" He asks, tilting his head at me. His hand reached for my wrist but I shook my head, quickly getting up and turning away from him. He stands as well, "Does it hurt?"

"Well, a little but I gotta go check something," I go to walk off but he grabs my arm.

Rob pulls me and spins me around to face him, "Let me see," He says, his hand going to grab my hand that was still covering my eye.

"No" I pushed him onto the couch but he held on my waist so he would pull me with him. I sat on top of his lap and he held my waist tightly so I couldn't leave.

"Alright, why won't you let me see?" he asks, leaning his cheek on my shoulder.

"I need to check first," I reply with furrowed brows.

Robert gives me a look, "Why do you care so much? Just let me see".

"What if it's all inflamed, I don't want anyone to see that - let alone you" I furrow my brows at him.

"Ouch" He pouts sarcastically, "I know it's not, either way, I wouldn't care if it was... but if you worry so much, go on".

He taps my hip and I get up, walking off. Robert doesn't follow me, or at least I don't think so - I didn't look behind me. I decided to go upstairs to the bathroom even though there is a bathroom downstairs and mirrors in general downstairs.

When I got into the bedroom, I closed the door behind me then walked into the bathroom and rushed to check myself in the mirror. Rob didn't lie, it wasn't inflamed, but it was definitely more bruised to a purple-ish colour.

I heard the bedroom door open and Rob leant against the doorway of the bathroom, "I told you" He said.

My middle finger gently touched the bruised spot. "It worries me, my face is important and I need to be pretty," I muttered and he approached me.

Rob stood right behind me, one arm slithered around my waist while the other led his hand onto my jaw, I looked at him in the mirror with my hands on the sink, "Clearly you don't see what I see because I personally think you could have anything ranging from a split lip to... I dunno, an actual swollen eye and you'd still be gorgeous".

I sigh, my bottom lip sticking out slightly and he lets go of my face. I turn so we are now chest to chest, I tuck my face into his chest and he kisses the top of my head.

"How about we go ice it again, hm? So we can make sure it doesn't get swollen?" he says, his lips moving against the top of my head. I nod and he takes my hand, walking me back downstairs. I sat on the kitchen counter while he searched through the freezer for an ice pack.