Teacher , teach me more( Manxman)(mpreg)(teacher/student) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chp: 29 Work together

James POV

The whole way back to the apartment I didn't say a word. I jumped at the slightest noise and I was constantly checking around me. Marcus knew something was wrong as he'd often send worried glances my way, but having the understanding that I needed my space, he didn't question me.

At the moment my mind was running on overdrive as I tried to comprehend what my eyes had just witnessed.

'Was that really him? Or was it just a figment of my imagination?'

No it couldn't be him. It just couldn't be.

'Stop trying to convince yourself. After what had happened, you weren't in the right state of mind to ask any questions. For all we know, he could have gone into hiding.'

I paled. My conscience was right. I wasn't in the right state of mind at that time to ask any questions and see if he had been arrested. What if he'd gone into the hiding and had somehow avoided getting prosecuted. That would explain his reappearance.

Pulling into the apartment parking lot, I looked around for any signs of John but saw none. Sagging against the leather seat in relief, I sluggishly climbed out of the car while Marcus unloaded all the shopping bags from the car. Waddling slowly towards the elevator, Marcus quietly trailed after me.

"You're being awfully quiet." He voiced his thoughts as we stepped into the elevator and I pressed the button for our apartment floor.
He gently placed the shopping bags onto floor and he began massaging his wrists.Trying to play my anxiety off as nothing, I awkwardly smiled in his direction.

"I'm fine." I chuckled nervously, sounding more like I was suffocating.

"If you say so..." He replied, his eyes slightly narrowing into tiny slits as he stared silently at me in suspicion. Trying not to squirm under his synchronizing gaze, I thanked God when the elevator halted and the doors dinged open. Gathering all the shopping bags, we stepped out and headed for the apartment door. Pulling out my keys, I unlocked the door and slowly walked in. Getting out of my jacket, I took my time to put it on the coat hanger before straightening it out. I peered into the relative darkness and allowed  my eyes to roam around the room and its contents. I didn't like the feeling that seemed to trickle across my skin, even though I couldn't tell what it was.

Flipping the Switch next to the door on I cautiously walked further inside. Several lamps flickered on and casted the apartment in a warm glow. It spreaded through the room, causing the air inside to become less stuffy. I let out a soft breath. I was being irrational.

'He wouldn't come here that soon. That  would be too risky.'

Lazily throwing the keys on top of the kitchen counter, I carefully manoeuvred myself down onto the couch while Marcus handled the shopping bags.

"O-okay, that's the last one..."Marcus announced as he dragged the last bag inside and shut the front door behind him. "So...what do you want to do now?"

"Well I-i'm kind of tired so..." I tried to explain but for the life of me, couldn't seem to find the right words.

"It's alright, I get the message. Just promise me, you'd make sure you get some rest and stay off your feet. I'll talk to you later." He said, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead before taking his leave, the slam of the front door resonating around the room.

Suddenly too quiet, I opted to find a distract to fill the deafening silence that dominated the room. Grabbing the tv remote off the coffee table, I turn on the to and immediately click on the Netflix app. Picking a random movie, I reluctantly getting off the couch, I turn the lights down until the light that I got was coming from the tv. Laying back into my previous position, I snuggled close to one of the couch pillows and tried to concentrate on the movie.