𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

Lowen

"Can I stay for a little bit longer." I signed to her and her eyes widen in shock, shit mine did too.

What are you thinking of asking her something like that Lowen?!

"Absolutely not, Lowen, I've already crossed boundaries by bringing one of my students into my house." She said sternly, her famous teacher tone she always use in class.

I pout at her and she only roll her eyes at me before grabbing her car keys. "Let's go." She ordered and I shook my head 'no' stubbornly.

"I'm not asking again, Lowen." Her voice sent shivers down my spine, but I sigh and listened to her and followed her out of her penthouse all the way down to the lobby.

Once we were outside I leaned against the brick wall, just catching some fresh air, something I need right now. Ms. González joined me but didn't say anything and just let me be.

"Do you ever think about... us?" I finally signed. As soon as the I signed the words to her, I regretted them. What if I had misread everything? What if she didn't feel the same way?

Her eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flickering across her face. "I do," she admitted, her voice steady but her cheeks flushing a soft pink. My breath caught in my throat, the admission sending a rush of warmth through my body.

We stood in silence for a moment, the world around us fading away. The bustling street, the chatter of passersby—it all felt distant, as if we were encapsulated in our own bubble. I could see her heart racing too, and it only fueled my desire to bridge the gap that had been holding us apart.

Without thinking, I took a step closer, my heart pounding louder than ever. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intoxicating scent of her expensive perfume wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was now or never. I could either pull back and let this moment slip away or take the plunge and risk everything.

I leaned in, my breath mingling with hers, and in that instant, everything felt right yet so terribly wrong. I hesitated, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all I found was a mirror of my own longing. And then, as if we were drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met.

It was soft at first, a tentative brush that sent shockwaves through my body. I felt alive, electrified, as if the world around us had ignited in a blaze of color. The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in the moment, forgetting all the reasons we shouldn't be doing this. I could taste the sweetness of her breath, the warmth of her lips against mine, and for that brief moment, nothing else mattered.

I'm really kissing my teacher.

Ms. González.

But reality came crashing in like a tidal wave, pulling me back to the present. I pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, the weight of what we had just done crashing down on me. The thrill was quickly intertwined with fear. What if someone had seen? What if this changed everything?

Her expression mirrored my own—a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. We stood there, hearts racing, both fully aware of the implications of our kiss. It was forbidden, a line we had crossed that could never be uncrossed. I could feel the weight of the world pressing down on us, but in that moment, the exhilaration of what we had shared eclipsed everything else.

"I shouldn't have—" I signed, but they interrupted me with a hand pressed gently against my own hands.

"Don't," she said softly, her eyes searching mine. "I wanted that... I still want it. But we need to be careful."