Strictly Forbidden (Student/teacher relationship)

Chapter Ten: Holy Mother of Corn Beef

Waking up the next morning I instantly thought back to my conversation with Daniel. Ew, what am I saying? I sound like those hormonal teenage girls who fall in love with teachers. Now I know what your thinking, I don't have a crush on Daniel, sure we've kissed and whatever but no. Even if I did, he's clearly into Hilly.

After my usual morning routine, y'know the whole teeth brushing, hair fixing, and powder sniffing, I went downstairs. I started searching through Daniel's cabinets and eventually came over pancake mix, and chocolate chips.

I prepared the mix and heated up the stove before pouring the mix onto the pan and watching it sizzle. I giggled a little for god knows why but I did. And when I did, two very strong familiar hands made their way around my waist and a head rested on my shoulder.

"Do I get some?" He asked in a whisper.

"No." I said before flipping MY pancake.

He moved my very frizzy and somewhat curly hair over my opposite shoulder giving him access to the right side of my neck. He blew on it slightly sending goosebumps everywhere. He lightly kissed it but between each kiss he would whisper, "please."

His lips found their way up to my ear and this time he whispered, "You like watching me beg don't you?"

I moved his hand from my waist and walked over to the cabinet to grab myself a plate and a cup but when I turned around he was staring at me with those gorgeous green eyes that I stared right back into.

He removed the plate and cup from my hands and moved closer so that our faces were centimeters apart. He'd look into my eyes and down at my lips we stood there not saying anything. In was in that moment I realized something.

I'm turning into a hormonal teenager. In other words,

I'm starting to like Mr. Smith.

I broke the rather awkward silence.

"My pancakes burning."

"We can always make you another one."

"Daniel I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?" He whispered placing a loose hair behind my ear.

Successfully, I pushed him off of me and went to attend my burning pancake.

"Alright, what's up?" He asked patting the stool across from him.

I walked to the fridge ignoring his question until I thought of a way to avoid what was really going on, "I'm not quite sure, I've never been up there." I retorted.

"Luna." He said firmly.

"I can't keep doing this, I know absolutely nothing about you and you know nothing about me. One minute we're kissing and the next a freakin pretty ass hillbilly is in the kitchen! One minute we're all arguing the next I'm pinned up against the wall and I just- It's wrong." By the time I finished the beginning part to my rant I was out of breath chugging down orange juice.

"If it's so wrong why don't you pull away? It's funny too, I never really pictured you to be the type with feelings. But yes, you are right. We know nothing about eachother so why don't we fix that?"

"That's the thing! I don't know why I can't ever pull away, it's like you have this stupid effect of me and it can't be that way because I'm your student! Your risking everything having me here! I don't care about your feelings or mine or Hilly's but I know what it's like.." I stopped myself and shoved a piece of pancake in my mouth.

"What about you? What are you risking by being here? And what do you mean you know what it's like?" He looked at me with what looked like sad eyes.