Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Seven

7.

A/N: Hey, I'm back yet again with another update! so happy to see some people are reading. Tell me what you think of this one (:

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When I woke up, I checked the time, realised I was late for my saturday morning run, threw my feet over the side of my bed and stepped on somebody. Next thing I knew, I was falling to my hands and knees. On top of--

Henrik?

"Blaire, what are you doing?" he asked drowsily, rubbing his eyes and scratching his jaw.

"What am I doing? What are you doing laying down there?" I growled, my eyes big and wide and probing.

"Apparently I'm a floor rug," he said, before grabbing his glasses off the table and putting them on. I liked him better with them on. "You don't remember last night?" I could remember not being allowed to play strip team poker; Miranda telling me to call Henrik by his first name, since he was her brother too; that I slept in his old bedroom last night, telling him that his bed smelt incredible (damn); and if I zoomed forward the last thing I remembered was putting my hand on his knee and telling him I was wearing his jersey and that smelt good, too. Double damn.

"Most of it. Not how I got here," I admitted.n

"Well, you sort of had a...I don't know. You tried to go for a run at three in the morning, and when I tried to stop you, you put up quite the fight." I bit my lip. How embarrassing that I sleep-walked in front of him and couldn't even remember it. "I layed down on the floor so I'd know if you got up again, but I wasn't expecting you to climb onto me." He was laughing; I wasn't.

"I didn't climb onto you," I growled. "I fell on you, and I'm not sure who's less fortunate about it, so don't think I'm enjoying myself."

"Well then, can you get off of me now?" he asked nervously.

"Definitely," I told him, before using the couch to help me get back onto my feet. The back pain had subsided, for now at least. I couldn't wait to get home and go for a run. Henrik jumped to his feet and made his way past me.

"Oh, Henrik?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for, you know, staying with me," I told him, averting my gaze to my feet.

"That's okay." He walked into the kitchen, opening a few cupboard doors until he found the right one. "And also, thanks to Miranda, Caroline's taken to calling me by Christian, so I guess you probably should, too."

"I might stick with nerd," I teased. Gotta say though, Christian definitely suited him. Maybe it was the stubble, or the glasses, or those goddamn green eyes. I think I was still drunk. Ugh.

"Yeah, what's that all about?" he asked, handing me a glass of water and some form of pain killer. I threw both the pills down at once.

"Don't pretend like you don't love it."

"Oh, but I don't." Christian turned toward the kitchen again for a second, then back. "Is it the glasses?"

"No, I happen to think the glasses are very cute," I told him, smiling. God, what was I even doing? He gave me an odd look, trying to figure out my game. I didn't have one. "Slightly nerdy, but not overbearing."

"Is it the gamer stubble?" Christian asked, rubbing his jaw. "Because I haven't picked up a game in years."

I laughed. "Please! I bet you and Hadens have gamer dates all the time," I teased, making him narrow his eyes.