A girl Y/N who lost her mother after birth, her father got married to another women who never think of Y/N as her daughter, she hit her called her useless, but Y/N's grandmother raise her but she died when Y/N was a child...
She gets young as a simp...
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She froze, staring into his eyes. She didn't feel any trace of lust there it was something deeper. Love, perhaps? Did he feel the same? Maybe... just maybe he likes her. The thought sent her heart into a spiral of uncertainty and hope.
She racked her brain, searching for the right words to ease the moment. Her lips pressed together in thought, forming an involuntary pout.
It was that small gesture that seemed to undo him.
Her thoughts scattered when she felt his lips on hers. This time, he kissed her, his lips moving gently yet deliberately against hers, like he was testing the waters of something forbidden.
Her heart hammered in her chest, loud enough to drown out every other sound. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, the spoon slipping from her fingers and clattering onto the floor.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the unfamiliar sensation. She had never felt this before this overwhelming, intoxicating warmth. Why did it feel so good?
When he pulled back, her eyes fluttered open, instantly meeting his. There was a storm in his gaze, passion tethered by restraint.
"Stop me" he murmured, his voice low and filled with urgency. His hand rested lightly on the small of her back, yet it felt like it burned her skin. "Because if I start, there's no holding back."
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. What should she say? Did she want him to stop? Her mind screamed that it was wrong he was her teacher, after all. But her heart... her heart didn't want him to let go.
"I don't want to hurt you, Y/N" he continued, his tone softening as he searched her face for any sign of hesitation. "Stop me, please."
For a moment she didn't speak. She just stared into his eyes as if searching for the answer within them. Then slowly she shook her head as no.
A sigh escaped his lips, filled with both relief and tension. He knew what that meant. She didn't want him to stop.
"If I start, I won't stop" he warned again, his voice rougher now. "You're not in the condition to bear me."
Her cheeks flushed furiously at his words. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes anymore. Instead, her gaze fell to their legs and the realization that he was standing so intimately close to her made her stomach churn with nerves.
His one hand was on her back, warm and grounding, while the other rested lightly on her thigh, sending sparks through her skin.
Tentatively, she placed her trembling hand over his. Her fingers brushed his knuckles, and then she looked up at him, her shy smile breaking the last thread of his restraint.
That was all it took.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore. Without another thought, he leaned in and captured her lips again, this time with more intensity. His lips moved against hers, claiming and exploring pouring all his suppressed emotions into that kiss.
