Illicit

Chapter Eight- Lies They Tell

"I was wondering if you wanted to look at the shots I took..." Naomi asked Logan as she moved to the desk after class. Upon flipping through them, he saw an array of nature shots before coming for a more set of sensual ones. Selfies of low cleavage and pouty expressions. One holding a sign exclaiming how she desired to get an "A" in a teasing fashion. He smirked at her before handing it back.

"You don't like them?"

"I can't. I thought we had been over this..."

"Me too...but I can't stop thinking about it...." She said honestly before placing her hand on her hip and the other on the edge of the desk leaning. "Be honest...do you regret it?"

"Yes...."

She looked down before frowning and slowly nodding. Turning fast to find his hand grab her.

"Because I wish I would have done it sooner. I thought about it so often but I am unable to act on it, as are you...this is-"

"our secret."

"Secrets are just inevitable truths waiting to get those involved in trouble."

"Look...Logan...I know this isn't ideal. For either of us. I want to be able to post pictures of who I like on Facebook and text you until we both fall asleep-I can only do one of those-"

"And I would appreciate a relationship where I can take the woman I like out to dinner and get photobooth pictures of us to keep when I miss her.."

"But we can't do either of those things...no matter how much we want to."

"Or how mature you are..."

He moved closer to her as they spoke, desperate to taste her kiss once more. Pushing her against his desk, his hand moved to her waist as her breathing increased.

"Or how much we want it..."

"I think you said that already." He teased.

"I don't care. And just like that, she pulled him into her as she crashed against the desk, pulling him. The kiss became more intense as she was lifted onto the edge and his fingers gripped her hip before he stopped himself. Wiping his mouth and clearing his throat, he ceased before turning from her.

"Did I do something?"

"We're at school..."

"Sorry...I just...I couldn't help it."

"I don't know if this is smart."

"Logan, please don't shoot me down. You are the only person in this world I have ever met who sees me as something more than something to sleep with or hit-please."

"Being together-"

"is what we both want. If I'm wrong-"

"You're not...but I am your teacher and this is wrong. You only have this year until you're 18 and-"

"And then what, you won't hide me?"

"It's not a choice-"

"Yes it is. We could be together-"

"Naomi-"

"Forget it. Logan-Mr Castelle, I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. Please forget about it-forget about me...I just...I just need this credit to graduate."

"I'm here if you need me-"

"I'm not sure that's best. I can't be around you without wanting to be with you and you apparently have to fight it so...I'll just do my assignments and leave."

"I think that's best."

Almost as if she wanted him to fight for her, she hesitated before leaving as she fought the tears in her eyes. He sat down at his desk with his hands through his hair.

"What did I just do?"