Strictly Forbidden (Student/teacher relationship)

Chapter Three: Nobody Has To Know

Luna sat in the seat trying to adjust to the heat of the car. She sat with her book bag in between her legs staring at the window.

After being in his car for what felt like years but in reality was just a couple minutes Luna felt her left leg start to bounce up and down. She tried calming her leg by setting her hand on her thigh. Little did she know Mr.Smith was watching from the corner of his eye. When Luna moved her hand from her thigh he leg began bouncing faster so she started to bite her nail when she figured the meaning of her leg bouncing. Not long after she felt her hand be replaced by a strong warm hand; Mr.Smiths.

Luna found her leg burning up with the desire of wanting to feel his touch, skin to skin on the other parts of her body. It was seconds after that her leg started to slow itself until it eventually stopped, and when it did, Mr.Smith removed his hand.

"Where 'ya headin'?" He asked with his eyes fixated on the snowy slippery roads.

"Um. Cherry Oaks Motel." Luna mumbled.

"Um. Did I hear you correctly?" He asks.

"Depends, what'd you hear?" Luna asked back, looking out the window.

"Did you just say Cherry Oaks Motel?"

"Mhm."

"No."

"No?" Luna asked suddenly turning her head to look at him.

At a red light he pulled out a cigarette and lowers the window a slight bit, and lit it. He took one puff which left Luna amazed.

She sits for a second and admires the view. His gorgeous body covered by a black leather jacket, his sharp jawline covered by a little stubble and his black hair, messier than it was earlier and the way the smoke leaves his full lips, then she looked at his hands on the steering wheel. No ring she thought.

"Are you married?" Luna asked bluntly.

He chuckled lightly before telling her the truth, "Nope." Popping the p.

"Where are you going? Cherry Oaks was last left."

"We're going to my place. Don't worry I've got towels, a couple extra rooms and toothbrushes and food. But that hotel is actual shit, how long have you been staying there?"

"Isn't that a little..." Luna struggled to find the right words then recalled his words from earlier, "'inappropriate'" Luna said tilting her head a bit.

"Besides, I've gotten used to it. After living there for a year I guess you get used to the crappy showers, creaky beds and doors that don't lock." She ended with a shrug.

"A year?" Mr.Smith asked looking at her.

"Don't ignore the fact that you just invited me to your house after saying what I tried earlier was 'inappropriate' Mr.Smith." Luna pointed out.

"And you shouldn't smoke."

"No offense but you have no room to talk." He said throwing his cigarette out the window.

"Your doing it again." Luna said in a song-song voice.

"Wait-" Luna realized what he just said, he knew about it.

He pulled up at a very modern house, very elegant, it looked like it could be around two stories with a small porch and three small steps leading to the inside; very comfortable.

"We're here."

Luna stepped out of the car into the freezing cold again following Mr.Smith as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door to his house.