Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

6 - Making Pancakes is a Turn On

                                              Chapter 6 - Making Pancakes is a Turn On

          I woke up laying on something that was moving. My arms were wrapped around myself; I felt a warm hand on my thigh, leaving half my thigh warm. I shivered noticing that I was finally warm since the heat was cut off from my apartment. I was lying on a person. My eyes snapped open. I had to blink a couple times before I could see out of them; I froze not wanting to disturb whoever I was sleeping on. Memories from last night are flying back into my head. I was literally sleeping with my teacher. Oh shit. How do I move without waking him? He looked so peaceful. He seemed calmer, more at ease when he was asleep. The faint lines on his forehead were smoothed out. His soft even breathing was soothing me. I felt my hand reach out to touch his face, but I stopped myself. I shouldn’t be doing this; I shouldn’t even be here, in his lap much less his house. I felt his hand grip my thigh tighter as he shifted on the couch. I tensed, not knowing what to do or how to get off of him without waking him. God, this will be so awkward if he wakes up. I looked around seeing if I could find anything to help me move off of him without much movement. I unfolded my arms from around myself and braced them on the back of the couch. My feet were on the edge of the couch because I couldn’t reach the floor. I pulled my body up with my arms, so now I can see the floor behind the couch. I don’t exactly know how to get out of this position. I was silently cursing myself inside my head. I swung my body over to my left. So now I was just bending over the top of the couch. I took a step onto the floor then the other. I straightened out and turned to look at him. His deep ocean blue eyes were wide open in amusement. This is truly a FML moment. I felt heat sweep across my face. He was holding back a laugh as his face was strained, trying not to laugh. I looked away.

           “Go ahead.”

          “What?” I heard how hard it was for him not to laugh.

          “Laugh.” It took a second, but it burst out. If it wasn’t for my expense, I would be laughing as well because his laugh was infectious and adorable. He kept laughing, on and on.

          “Are you done?” He chuckled once more then stopped. He got off the couch, stretched then walked over to me.

          “I’m sorry, Scarlett. That was just adorable.” I turned away from him in embarrassment. My cheeks were now crimson from the blush. He came closer before I pushed him away.

          “Shut up.” He turned me around by my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I couldn’t so I looked at his chest instead.

          “Scarlett, please look at me.” I shook my head. He grabbed my face in his hands forcing me to look up at his face. I saw those blue eyes, they reminded me so much of the ocean, I want to go swimming now.

          “Scarlett, I’m sorry,” I nodded thinking that was all he was going to say not knowing what the tug of his lips meant before hearing, “but it was too funny not to laugh.” I punched him in stomach, although I think I did more damage to my hand than to him. His stomach was hard. Images of my dream flashed in my mind; my hands gliding up his stomach and chest feeling all the hard muscles beneath my fingers and palms. I backed away from him. I could see the confusion in his eyes as he watched me move away from him. I felt hot, uncomfortable. The good kind of uncomfortable, if that makes sense.

          “I’m finding it rather difficult to forgive you right now.” Jerk. 

          “C’mon Scarlett, don’t be like that.” That sounded like a guy trying to console his girlfriend after he didn’t pay enough attention to her. I turned around, keeping a straight face to see what he does.