knee socks

chapter twenty two

Hey guys! hope you liked the last cliffhanger. Comments and likes really motivate me!

Anyways, enjoy this next chapter.

Alex's pov

It was too dangerous to have her in his bedroom, he knew it. Even if he controlled himself, someone might see her leaving, or she might say something, and then his job and career would be over... "she's not gonna snitch on you" he repeated to his reflection in the bathroom mirror, as he undressed and went under the shower. He knew the girl also liked him, at least a bit, but tonight she had been drunk, and that was a limit he couldn't cross. 

His feelings couldn't matter tonight anyways, all that did was that he was her teacher, a responsible figure, and he should make sure she slept well and tomorrow would be a new day. He kept repeating this to himself as he got dressed and silently opened the bathroom door. He could hear faint breathing, meaning she had fallen asleep. She was all snuggled up in his bed, wearing one of his favourite shirts... She looked beautiful. He made his way to the sofa, but found that the girl had dropped some water on it, and besides was too small for him. 

He silently made his way back to his bed, and grabbing some pillows, made a barrier between them. "that's it, problem solved" he told himself, as he tried to ignore the presence next to him, that made him have butterflies in his stomach, and fell asleep. 

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Third person's pov

The sun was shining into her eyes, making her slowly open them, groan, and turn over. To her surprise, she collided with a pillow, and when she threw it to the floor, found a handsome man behind it. Not just anyone, but in specific, her literature teacher. She blinked sleepily and observed his profile, his features. He looked so much younger and relaxed when he was sleeping. His hair looked amazing (does he use overnight products to keep it like that?), his cheekbones too, and his mouth... 

"Good morning love, could you put the pillow up again and stop staring?" he mumbled and smirked with his eyes closed. How did he-? Anyways, Eve put the pillow back up, her face red, and suddenly became aware that her head was killing her. She got up and went to the bathroom, her face still slightly pink, her heart beating fast. She looked in the mirror and slightly groaned. Her hair was popping out in different directions, and her slightly smudged eyeliner made her look like she had been in a racoon fight. She washed her face, and decided to investigate his bathroom drawers. She didn't find any female perfume, soap or makeup, which was an amazing sign. He didn't appear to have a girlfriend then. She then found a drawer filled with hair gels and all kinds of brushes and hair products. That must be how he keeps it like that, she thought as she brushed her hair. 

The door was knocked on, and she opened it to find herself face to face with the love of her life. He looked amazing again, his t-shirt was a little bit short so she could see his abs and muscles, and was that a tattoo leading down his navel? "When you're done staring at me love, take a picture and let me go in my bathroom please" he teased and Eve quickly passed him, embarrassed again. She wasn't the type to get so nervous or flustered, but he somehow made her feel all giddy and excited.

She rolled her eyes at the thought and went to pour herself a glass of water.