Between the desks

Chapter 102

Amren's POV

'I sat in the driver's seat of my car, the city lights flickering outside like distant stars, but my attention was solely on Lizzie. The air inside felt charged, thick with an unspoken tension that wrapped around us like a blanket. She had just confessed that what we had felt real to her, and my heart raced at the realization that I wasn't alone in this intoxicating whirlwind of emotions. I had been trying to suppress the undeniable connection between us, but now it felt like a dam had broken, flooding my senses.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, the confidence in my voice surprising even me. I was acutely aware of our surroundings, the parking lot still buzzing with life, but in that moment, none of that mattered. All I wanted was to feel her lips against mine, to give in to this magnetic pull that was drawing us together.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a brief flicker of shock crossing her features. Lizzie cleared her throat, the air in the car feeling thick with anticipation. "I—" she started, but the words seemed to catch in her throat.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Forget it." I blurted, the rush of embarrassment flooding through me like ice water. I felt like a complete idiot, my heart sinking as I fumbled to take back my boldness.

But then, she looked at me, and there was a spark in her emerald eyes, a glimmer of something that made my pulse quicken again. "Sorry, Amren," she said softly, her voice low and sultry, as she scooted closer to me. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, and I could feel the warmth radiating off her body.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, my confusion mingling with curiosity. The air crackled between us, thick with anticipation, and I held my breath as I searched her gaze.

"Sorry for this," she breathed out, her fingers sliding to cradle my face. I felt her touch like fire against my skin, and everything inside me ignited. She leaned in, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine.

My heart raced, and I instinctively closed my eyes, drowning in the sensation of her presence. "Lizzie..." I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, as my pulse pounded in my ears.

Before I knew it, her lips met mine, soft and tentative at first, but then deepened with an urgency that stole my breath away. The kiss was electric—a surge of emotions pouring through me, igniting every nerve ending. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist; there was nothing but the heat between us, the intoxicating taste of her lips, and the way she pulled me closer, her hands gripping my face as if she never wanted to let go.

I leaned into her, surrendering to the kiss as I let my hands find their way to her waist, pulling her against me. The fabric of her suit felt smooth beneath my fingers, and I reveled in the sensation of her body so close to mine. I could feel the tension melting away, replaced by an overwhelming desire that threatened to consume us both.

Just as quickly as it began, Lizzie pulled away, her breath mingling with mine, both of us panting slightly as reality crashed back in. Our foreheads rested against each other, and the electric energy still crackled in the air, leaving me breathless.

"What was that?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky with disbelief, my heart racing.

Lizzie's gaze held mine, a mixture of mischief and seriousness swirling in her expression. "That was... unexpected," she replied, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes betrayed a deeper intensity. "But it felt good, didn't it?"

"It felt amazing," I confessed, a rush of warmth flooding through me at her words. "But what does this mean for us?" The question hung heavily in the air, and I could feel the weight of our situation pressing down on us.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper, her vulnerability peeking through her confident exterior. "But I know I want more."

The admission sent a thrill through me, igniting a spark of hope. "But we need to be careful," I reminded her, my heart pounding. "We're teacher and student. People could get hurt."

"I know," she said, her eyes softening as she reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my resolve wavering. "But it feels too real to ignore, Amren. I can't pretend I don't feel this connection."

"I feel it too," I breathed, overwhelmed by the weight of our circumstances and the intensity of what we had just shared. "But we have to take things slow. We can't just throw caution to the wind."

Lizzie's gaze intensified, and I could see the fire behind her eyes, the determination that made her so captivating. "You're right. But it's hard, you know? When I'm with you, everything else fades away. It's like the world stops, and it's just us."

I nodded, feeling the heat rising within me again. "Exactly. I don't want to ruin what we have, but I also don't want to deny how I feel."

"Neither do I," she said softly, and the sincerity in her voice made my heart swell. "But just know that I'm not going anywhere. I'm in this with you, Amren. No matter what it takes."

With that, she leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine in a teasing, lingering kiss that sent waves of desire crashing over me. It was as if she was marking her territory, claiming me in a way that made my head spin. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, the kiss deepening as I lost myself in the moment, forgetting the world around us.

But just as I felt myself getting lost in her, I remembered the reality we were living in—the risks, the consequences. Reluctantly, I pulled back, breathing heavily as I tried to regain my composure.

"Lizzie..." I said, my voice trembling with the weight of what we had just shared.

"Shh," she whispered, placing a finger against my lips, silencing me. "Let's just enjoy this moment, okay? We can worry about everything else later."

I nodded, my heart racing, caught between the thrill of our connection and the caution that loomed over us. For now, I would surrender to the feelings swirling between us, knowing that whatever came next, we would face it together. The world outside could wait; for now, all that mattered was us.