Teach Me Love

We Won't Forget It

Lena's POV

She read and read, and I could tell she was caught up in the book. Sometimes I would even catch myself admiring her. This look on her face when she was passionately discovering new things. She was honestly beautiful like that. I know I shouldn't look at her like that. She's my student, she's eleven years younger than me... yet I couldn't help it. She was captivating.

She did ask a few questions along the way which I was glad for, and we ended up discussing about art AND literature for two hours and I couldn't stop being amazed by her mind. She has a way of seeing things, a way of talking about what she thinks, and her passion was like nothing I had ever seen.

"Miss Adams, do you think I could take this with me to finish it and bring it back tomorrow?" Stef asks as I look at her and smile because she was already progressing.

"No. You're not going to sleep if I let you take this home. But you may come in my office tomorrow to read it." I say as she smiles playfully.

"Oh come on. You can't do this to me. You get me all worked up with it, and now I can't finish it?" she says, trying to convince me, but she was far away to be able to do that. I appreciate the effort though.

"You'll finish it tomorrow. Besides, I find it relaxing to have you're reading near me while I'm working." I say very seriously as she raises an eyebrow.

"Goodbye Stefanie. I'll see you tomorrow." I say as she opened her mouth to say something but decided against it at the last minute.

"Goodbye miss Adams." She says, before she turns around and I look at her leaving the room, holding my breath because this all time when she was in the same room as me, I felt so comfortable and relaxed, and I was wondering if it would go away once she's gone, and it did...

It was hard to admit that I was now drawn to her. She was so young and rebel, thing that I can't stand usually for I have a preference for submissive one, but with her... I don't know. She has this little something that I can't explain, and I think I should get away from it, because getting close to her can be a bad idea, yet... I want to be in her presence.

I don't know much about her, and I want to know everything. It doesn't seem like she had an easy life. Also, it doesn't seem like she has a lot of people around her. In fact, when I see her at the university, in halls or anywhere else, she's always alone.

I don't really get why though; she's not shy that's for sure. She has conversation as well, and I bet under all this seriousness and anger, she has a silly side, a funny one even. And I hope with time, I'll make her comfortable enough, safe enough to stop being so defensive and aggressive. I want her to trust me, because she can.

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The night passed, and the next day, at noon as I was eating my lunch, Stefanie Foster came back in my office, probably eager to finish this book after her classes of this morning.

"Hey. come in."

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were eating, I can come back." She says rather nervously which I find cute.

"No, you can come. Did you eat lunch at least before running here to finish the book?" I ask as she enters and closes the door behind her and come take a sit across from me not saying a word, looking everywhere but at me.

"That's what I thought. Eat first Stefanie, you're not reading anything until you had your lunch."

"But..." she tries to protest as usual, but I'm not having it.

"No buts. It's an order. You're so stubborn." I sigh as she sighs deeply as well but finally took her lunch from her bag.

"Oh my God, why am I not surprised? A greasy cheeseburger." I said sarcastically as she took a look at what I was eating.