Under His Roof

chapter thirteen

I'm apologizing in advance because this chapter is shit. I'm off my game since I haven't written in so long. I've been so busy with school but I'm starting to have more free time so hopefully my updates will be more frequent xx

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"I can't help feeling uncomfortable about the situation, whether or not he's a 'good guy'."

Kimberly stared up at the ceiling, her arms folded over her chest as she thought out loud. "I know that I was a little harsh, but either way, he's still her teacher, that's not okay. I'm not imagining this, it could still get her expelled and get him laid off, right?"

Julian sighed, nodding his head. "It could." He said, taking in another sharp breath as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself, turning to his side so that he was facing Kimberly.

"And they had unprotected sex," Kimberly continued, "Like how could he do that? He's an adult! He should at least know better since she's not on the pill and he knew that!" She turned to Julian, "Did he say anything about it to you when you guys talked?" She asked.

Julian shrugged, "He mentioned it briefly."

"...And?" Kimberly frowned seeing that Julian had a smile on his face. "What's so funny?" She asked.

He shrugged again. "I don't know, it's just that he's kind of a pussy."

Kimberly tried to stifle the laugher that was rising from her chest. "Wait, why?"

"Well he sort of just said that he "couldn't stop himself" when she brought it up and he knew it wasn't smart but that he wasn't thinking straight. It sounded like he was deflecting the blame onto her." Julian shrugged, "He's a good guy, but not very strong willed, although I'm not one to talk seeing as I couldn't keep myself away from you either."

Kimberly rolled her eyes at his last comment. "I tried to tell her that but she didn't want to hear it...that's what happens when you like someone though, you can't see the bad things concerning them. And her being with her teacher is hardly the same thing as me being with an old colleague of my father's."

Julian groaned, smacking his forehead. "Don't call me that it makes it sound so much worse."

"Well it's true, sometimes when they talk about you to me they call you 'Uncle Julian'." She told him teasingly.

He groaned louder this time. "Don't call me that either."

Kimberly laughed, amused by his reaction, "Why? You don't like that?" She asked, trailing a hand up his chest, "Uncle Julian?"

"I doubt they'd call me that if they knew that I wanted to have their daughter bent over my kitchen counter." He said, looking her square in the eyes. The window by the bed was open and the moon was especially bright, it's light illuminating his face in an almost unreal way.

Kimberly took in a sharp breath, his comment as arousing as the voice he had said it in. She would've thought about climbing on top of him if she wasn't still sore from earlier that night. "W–Well okay, what would you rather I called you?" She faltered.

Kimberly wasn't sure how she expected him to react, but she was surprised when he laughed, leaning back into his pillows. "What?" She asked.

He shook his head, still chucking. "There's no point worrying about it." He said, looking over at her and making her cheeks heat up under his intense stare. "Because when I actually have you bent over my kitchen counter, you'll only have one name on your mind."