kwant pov:
she stayed.
we we're so close.
closer than a teacher and a student should be.
i bent down a bit, i don't know why, i'm assuming instincts.
i felt her breathing. i'm pretty sure she felt mine.
screw the world. screw my boss. screw the rules. she was mine, and right at that moment our breathing aligned as our lips touched for the first time.
one long passionate kiss turned into heavier breathing, which turned into a make out session in the middle of my classroom.
my hands we're in her hair, behind her head, in her neck, around her pretty little waist. she felt like she was mine.
her hands switched rapidly between going through my messy hair to feeling my trained chest. good thing i'm also a PE teacher.
as much as i loved every single second of us, i had to stop us. if i didn't stop it, we would never stop. and some things would lead to other things. and honestly, if those things we're going to happen, they wouldn't be happening in a classroom. i have a better solution for that.
i pulled away and when i looked at her she was all red and blushing. i knew she liked it too.
i looked on my watch to see 10:03. perfect timing.
i sent her off to her next class, opened the curtains so it wouldn't look sketchy to the next class and told her one last goodbye before the next class came in.
i watched her walk off until i couldn't see her anymore behind the corner. wow. she was so unintentionally sexy. and she was mine after all.
