We Are Infinity. (Teacher/Student relationship)

Chapter 8

It felt good. No. It felt so good.

Finn placed his hand on my thigh and would glance at me from time to time. I pushed his face away from mine and told him to focus on the road. The truth was, I really wanted him to look at me like that. Forever. Staring into his deep hazel eyes was more than mesmirising.

Every single thing had changed in the spur of an hour and my negative thoughts quickly began to enter my mind subconsciously once again. The thought of Matt finding out that I hooked up with our English teacher or the fact that I cheated on him. I loved Matt, I still do but me and Finn have this connection between us. Every time I placed my eyes on him, I felt a flare in my body. The kind of flare that sends butterflies to your stomach. I couldn't help it.

I turned to look at Finn but didn't speak. He did the same as he pulled into his driveway.

"Mia what's wrong?"

"Not-Nothings wrong. I'm just a little tired" well that was a lie. "Do you want me to bring you home?". My answer should've been yes, but how could I have such thoughts about him and know how he felt about me and then just leave. I couldn't so I shook my head in denial and a smile appeared on his lips spreading from one cheek to the other.

Finn removed his hand from my thigh and stared at me.

"What?" I tried to hide my laughter but a smile just kept creeping up on my face.

"What are you doing for your eighteenth birthday?"

We both exited the car as we approached his front door while I searched for the answer to his question. I entered his house and spoke low as if I was scared that somebody would hear me. Somebody who would find out that I just hooked up with my teacher and that is not an everyday thing. I felt so paranoid it wasn't normal.

"You know maybe I should go home. Maybe this wasn't a good idea." I started to retreat back to his car but Finn grabbed me back into his embrace. I felt reassurance flood my body.

"Mia.. If we are going to do this then we have to do it right. Take it slow and steady but you can't keep running away from me. I'm not forcing anything on you so if you want to go home.. I'll take you home." Sadness wavered on his face.

"Mr- Finn..", wow I will really have to get used to this. "I want to be here.. I am just so scared that this isn't right"

"Mia you know, this might not look right, but it has always felt right". He was right. There was always that feeling for Finn inside. No matter how much I compressed it. In that classroom I was so confident that this was right and I didn't care what people would think. But I couldn't help the regret and negative thoughts flooding my mind.

I stood in front of Finn with his arms wrapped around my waist not saying a word, waiting for who knows what."Are we going to stand at my driveway the whole night or are we going to go and sit down?" Finn laughed as he tried to be sarcastic. I chuckled and walked into his sitting room.

His house was huge. It felt so empty yet so full. It was quite bizarre for a single man to live in such a big house, alone. I popped myself on the couch comfortably and gazed around the house.

"So.. you're single, no kids and yet you live in this extravaganza of a house? I'm impressed Mr Walker". I really emphasised the flirtiness in my voice. "That's right Ms. Summers, this house is all to yourself and moi". Finn concluded his remark as he sat beside me wrapping his arm around my shoulder allowing me to rest my head on his chest.

Nobody spoke after that for a while. We sat in silence and pretended like we weren't about to jump onto each other and have a full on make out session. The more subtle the better I thought. I raised my gaze to meet his.

"You know I don't want anything big. Maybe get with a few friends, have a few drinks and just keep it on the down-low."

"..ehm"

"You asked about my eighteenth birthday, remember? You know that was like 10 minutes ago" I laughed.

"Don't be so smart, you know I am getting old." I looked at him and punched his arm playfully.

"Shut up" I shouted. Finn placing a kiss on my forehead refrained me from repeating my actions.

It felt so surreal yet so real at the same time.

My life just became so much more complicated in the blink of an eye. Literally in the blink of an eye.