I Married My Teacher

My New Home

"No.. No we can't"

"Sssssh, it's okay. No one can see us"

My back was pressed up against the window and Mr.Maxwell was now leaning towards the passenger's seat.

"Mr.Maxwe-" his finger made it's way to my lips, shutting me up.

"Liam" he said in a low husky voice.

"What?" I asked.

"Say it, say my name April" he ordered, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

"L-Liam" I stuttered like an idiot, blushing.

He sighed deeply "God, it sounds so good hearing you say it"

"Co-Could you say mine.. ?" I asked,nervously.

He chuckled lightly, before leaning over until his lips were touching the tip of my ear.

"April" he whispered. Tingles shot up my entire body. f*ck, it did sound good coming from his mouth.

"April" he whispered again.

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"April?"

"April!"

My eyes shot open.

"Oh my Goodness! I thought you were dead or something! Do you have any Idea how long I've been calling your name?" Mr. Maxwell scolded, placing his palm on his forehead.

I blinked.

It was just.. a dream?

Oh my Gawd! I just had a perverted dream about me and my teacher! I just can't! I'm so gross- Ugh,my innocence. Why do my hormones pick the worst possible time to kick in?

I fidgeted awkwardly and quickly buried my face in my hands,hiding whatever possible piece of blush-stained cheeks I could manage hide.

"Hey, what's wrong Miss Heathers?" he sounded worried. I just rapidly shook my head as a reply.

I felt his hands pull on my arm so my eyes were now slightly exposed.

"Did I do something- " their was a pause "Wha- Why are you blushing?" he asked a bit surprised, leaning in closer to my face.

Did this man know anything about personal space?!

He poked my hands, trying to pry his way in between my fingers.

Seriously?

"Stop that!" I shrieked, swatting his hands away. "Not until you tell me why you were blushing" he sang, swatting back.

"I wasn't blushing!" I lied,

Swat

"If you weren't blushing, then why were you covering your face then?" he wiggled his brows.

Swat Swat

"Because it's hot in here! and uhm.. my hands were... cold"

Swat Swat Mega Swat!

"Ouch! Hey! that last one hurt!" he pouted, rubbing his hand.

We looked at each other, then suddenly bursted out laughing. What kind of teacher, in the right mind, would have a mini-slap fight with one of his students? He was really something.

"Oh hey!" He said, squealing like a little girl. "Come on, I wanna show you the apartment" He said excitedly. He got out of the car and I quickly followed. We headed up a flight of stairs that reached the second floor. With each step I took, I felt my nerves kicking in. In just a few second, I would be officially living with my teacher.. and I kind of liked it.