Teacher

Chapter 24

 "But Nick, why do you care enough to fight for me," Brandon says he stares intently into my eyes. I know exactly why I didn't let her go. I know what I fought for him. Just because I love him. I want to tell him. I want him to know so badly. I just feel that once I tell him he won't look at me the same. I feel like he will think I'm some loser who falls in love too easily. But the truth is, I don't fall in love easily. Honestly, I have never been in love.

"Just tell me, please" he says trying to pull out me out of my thoughts.

I can do it. 3 words. 8 letters. Come on Daniel you love him. It's not like you killed someone. But thats the thing. If Brandon doesn't feel the same way, it will be as if I died inside.

"I love you," I say. As soon as the words leave my mouth a smile creeps up on Brandon's face. I didn't realize it but one forms on my face as well.

"I love you too," he says to my surprise. It is like 100 pounds been lifted off my chest when he says it back. He loves me...

I smile at him as I gaze into his eyes. I lean forward and connect your lips. The kiss isn't light but it isn't hard either. It is like a perfect in between both of us hungry for more. But, I know that neither of us are ready for that yet so we will just have to stick to kissing. I move my mouth down on his neck moaning his name as I trail kisses down to his neck and collarbone meet. I move around until I find a spot that causes Brandon to grab my hair and moan, his sweet spot. I start to suck. I want to Mark him as much as mine. I want people to ask him who gave it to him tomorrow. I want people to know he belongs to someone. He is mine and I am his.

After a few minutes of us kissing, we both pull away and rest our foreheads on each other. "I love you," I say kissing his Temple. It is a really nice feeling. Love.

"I love you too," he says grinning as he kisses my cheek. We both get up to change and go to sleep. Brandon agreed to stay at my house tonight. Which is weird because tomorrow is Tuesday and he usually only stays over on the weekend. But believe me, I am not complaining.

We are both wearing sweatpants. Brandon has on a black shirt and I didn't bother putting on a shirt. We both climb into my bed. Brandon cuddles with me and I tingle pain in my arms. Right as I hear him snoring I whisper,

"Goodnight sweetheart. I love you." After I say this I see Brandon Smile in his sleep and come closer to me.

This is perfect. He is perfect.