"Good morning, Garrett." He smiles, baring his polished teeth.
"Good morning, Mr. Nealson." I set my books and my backpack at the foot of his desk. His arms are crossed over his chest.
The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up messily, unbuttoned haphazardly. I fail to refrain from smiling.
"What's on your mind, Rett?" He leans forward, running a hand down his tired face. Jaw drawn perfectly by the sun's early rays.
Even his hair is in elegant, effortless waves.
"Rett, did you hear my question?" His thumb is tilting my chin up and I pause my breathing.
Rampant thoughts scurry across my brain.
Microscopic feelings of turning back are pressed down.
My feet lift off the floor suddenly and there's a wooden surface beneath me.
"Rett, I didn't wake you up and have you travel all this way for you to just sit wide-eyed. Did you hear my question?" His command makes my throat close up even more so than before.
YOU ARE READING
"older"
RomanceHave you ever dreamt of being with someone a little bit older than you? Have you ever toyed with the idea of going for that one hot teacher? The one that pops into your mind when I say those words. He's charming, intelligent, and best of all, able t...
