Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

18| A Taste

Casey

I was possibly sure that I was about to die.

My body was buzzing all over. It had always been this intense around him, but now? So much worse. Multiplied by a thousand.

Being this close to him. All alone. Just out of arms reach. He was so close, just inches from me. Inches I could close by touching him. I wanted to so badly that my heart raced just thinking about it.

I was dreaming. I had to be. There was no way that I was currently here, currently with him.

I had a strange habit of sitting on the roof of Ashton’s car whenever I came to watch the movies. Tonight, however, I had to play it safe. I couldn’t expect this man to join me on the roof, and instead had taken to us sitting inside his car. I couldn’t help but appreciate the sleek interior and large windshield. It allowed me to see the movie clearly, half giving the affect of sitting on the roof.

Who would have thought. Us together. On a Friday evening. Watching a horror movie together.

I had to force myself to calm down.

It was just a friendly sit-down. Nothing more.

He had ended up paying for our popcorn and some half-melted ice cream and some soda—all for me. He hadn’t wanted anything and just paid the man, Alex, who arched a brow at me after collecting the money. I hadn’t said anything, but had tried my best to smile through the uncomfortable stare.

I found myself turning to look at him. He looked so handsome in the moonlight that shown through his side of the window. Surreal and mysterious. Perfect.

When his eyes flickered over to me I looked away with a speed that surprised me.

I had definitely been caught gawking like a loser. I wish that I had been alone so I could laugh at myself. It would definitely be better than crying.

The gigantic screen in front of us that showcased the movie had started a while ago but my attention had left the chat the moment we got into his car. All slammed shut. With that delicious, potent smell of his swirling around us in the closed confinement.

Despite the fact that a part of me was delighted to be here, I couldn’t help but think about the possibility of being hurt. Not physical, as he had promised me and I had believed him, but emotionally. The town I lived in wasn’t massive, but grew each year. Most of us still knew each other through gossip, and events and crimes. I couldn’t ignore the fear of being seen. Alone with my teacher.

How would I explain something like that?

The part of me that fed on the thought of this man made quick work in reminding me that this wasn’t wrong, but I knew better.

 Accepting an invitation to watch a movie together didn't sound all that proper after thinking about it. Bottom line was that I shouldn’t have been here, watching a movie with him. That crazy little voice spoke again. Whispering into my ear, telling me to be selfish, to take every opportunity given with him. I could feel the push and pull of a possible decision.

The silence stretched between us uncomfortably, like it always did. My senses were tuned in, wired to catch the Mr Black frequency.

It definitely had to do with my attraction the man.

It was in this moment that I was a bit envious of my friends.

If they wanted something, they went for it. I wished that I possessed the courage to just grab him by his shirt and kiss the living daylights out of him. But I knew that nothing good could ever come from putting my lips on his even though I desperately wanted a taste. Desperately wanted to feel his beard rubbing against my skin.