Smile For Me (Student/Teacher)

Guilt and Gifts

Sorry, again for the extreme delay. I've been annoyingly busy.

I'll make it up to you all and upload later this friday. :)

Enjoy

-cilla

The next day Andy and I went sight-seeing. We took things slow since we were going to be there for five whole days. The same day we went walking in the markets, illegal sellings on each corner, though they were classy and beautiful. He bought me a fan, a handcrafted one that the dancers used. They were on the streets, being graceful and romantic. Andy tried to dance with me again, and I could only laugh at how openly casual he was about everything.

The third day we went to the beach, and the air was cool and the sun wasn't too hot. It was nice. Andy was layed back and snoring, while I was mesmerized by the waves in front of us. When he woke up again he reached over and brushed my hair behind my shoulders so softly it brought goosebumps to me. "You're like an angel." He said. "You glow."

I shook my head at him, embarrassed by such comments and layed at his side, weaving my hand through his. "You do too." I smiled when he kissed me, then pulled back to give me a funny look.

"Diana, when I compliment you, you don't have to reply with the same thing. You don't have to reply at all."

I laughed and we fell asleep again on the cool sand.

The fourth day we did as much as we could. We went to visit the art museums, which had become a huge part of my inspiration for everything else.

"You're like a kid in a candy store." He laughed at me when we walked into the art museum.

"It's just so amazing." I kept saying.

That was when I truly fell in love with art and realized I hadn't done anything creative in a while.

The fourth day we had sex again, and the fifth day was no different. Actually it was, since we ordered room service and took a bath together and stayed in to watch a movie. After enjoying the royalties of the Spanish hotel, we hopped back on the plane. First class was nothing like I thought it would be.

It was ten times better.

"Why?" I asked him while we drank fancy wine and layed back in true comfort, a warm towel set on both our shoulders.

"Why what?" He asked back.

"Why do you spoil me rotten?" I laughed. "I really could live without all this," I said in honesty.

"You don't like it?" He asked knowingly.

I shook my head, "No, of course I like it. I just don't want you to think you have to do all these things for me."

He brought me close to him and kissed me delicately. "I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. And that I'd do anything for you."

My whole body heated up at his seriousness. Not him too... What was with men being so serious these days?

"Maybe it's because when you wear my clothes I feel like you're mine."

I kissed Andy again, "I already know," I lied. "You don't have to show me." I smiled at him and we sat back and talked for hours until the plane finally landed. Ending a world of perfection and back into the world of reality and guilt.

Oh Charlie.

I was a bad person.

We landed at home and drove to his place, disguised from his photographers. We took a nap to sleep off the jetlag and woke up later that same afternoon. It was when we both knew we had to say goodbye.