Teaching | Eddie Munson

The Elm Street

"Do you have a T-shirt or something I can change into? I'm going to melt if I stay like this." Victoria sighed, her voice full of annoyance and heat as she tugged at the oversized sweater clinging to her, its thick fabric suffocating. Eddie met her gaze, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he noticed the way the sweater hung from her shoulders, its sleeves sliding down her arms like an unwelcome second skin.

"Just a moment." As he rifled through the T-shirts, he couldn't help but steal glances at Victoria, who was fidgeting with her sweater. His heart raced at the thought of her changing in front of him. The image of her pulling the sweater off and slipping into something more fitted sent a rush of heat through him. Would she be shy? Confident? The thought of her revealing herself, even just for a moment, was intoxicating, and he found himself imagining the curves of her body, the soft lines he was dying to explore. He was suddenly all too aware of the heat in his stomach, a mix of desire and nervousness that made it hard to focus on finding her a shirt.

"You can change in here..." he announced, finally pulling out a faded black T-shirt with the Hellfire logo emblazoned across the chest. "I'll grab the tapes and something to drink in the meantime, so you can have some privacy." He attempted to sound casual, but the nervous flutter in his stomach betrayed him.

"Come on, Munson. You don't need to run away just because I'm going to change." Victoria laughed. "Are you afraid of the sight of a girl with no top on? It's just a body." She teased.

Eddie flashed her a smile, though it was tinged with apprehension. Of course, he wasn't afraid of seeing a girl without a shirt; the thought of Victoria in that state, however, sent a thrill through him that he wasn't sure how to handle. He worried that if he let his gaze linger too long, she might sense the heat of his thoughts, and that was something he couldn't allow.

"I'm just being a gentleman." he finally replied, handing her the T-shirt as if it were a fragile treasure. "You could give me some credit sometimes." With a laugh he slipped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Victoria glanced down at the T-shirt in her hands, a smile creeping onto her face. Shaking her head in amusement, she pulled off her sweater without hesitation. As she slipped the T-shirt over her head, the cool cotton felt refreshing against her skin, instantly alleviating the heat that had clung to her. She twirled around the room, the oversized shirt draping loosely around her, waiting for Eddie, who she sensed was taking his time deliberately.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, Eddie returned, balancing two bottles of beer in one hand and a videotape in the other. The sight of him brought an instant smile to her face.

"You took your time." Victoria remarked, placing her hands on her hips as she stood in front of him. She straightened her back, stretching the fabric of the T-shirt to showcase the Hellfire print better. "How do I look?" she asked, her grin radiating pure joy.

Eddie paused, momentarily captivated by her. The T-shirt seemed to swallow her frame, the way it hung loosely around her shoulders only adding to her charm. The soft fabric accentuated her curves in a way that made his breath hitch slightly, and he felt his heart race at the sight. Victoria's big green eyes sparkled with mischief, and the sight of her beaming in his shirt filled him with a warmth he wasn't prepared for. The contrast of her delicate figure against the boldness of the Hellfire logo sent a surge of admiration through him. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, standing there in his T-shirt, with a blend of playfulness and innocence that left him both enchanted and yearning.

Still, he hesitated to voice his thoughts, knowing that calling her "adorable" would likely evoke eye rolls and protest. Instead, he chose a lighter path, though his words felt inadequate to capture the depth of what he was feeling.