Staying With My Teacher

Chapter 11

Everly H's POV

As I start falling asleep on Ezra's lap, I feel his hand tuck in my hair behind my ear sensually.

I move in closer to Ezra's chest, im really sleepy right now. I sink into the comfort and welcome sleep in, feeling at peace.

When I wake up I reach my arm out of Ezra. Where is he? I see a note on the table.

'I had to go to the grocery store, I didn't wanna wake you up. I will be home around 6. Stay safe!

-your favourite teacher" it read.

I roll my eyes and check the time to see that he should be getting back soon, how could I have slept so long? I mean, I did only have a few hours of good sleep I guess. What should I do until he comes ba-

"Im home!" Ezra shouts from the front door. I go into the kitchen.

"Does spaghetti sound good for tonight?" asks Ezra. I nod my head 'yes'.We put away the rest of the groceries. I take out the ingredients for it.

"Thank you," Ezra says "for helping me."

"Its no problem," I say "You're doing more than me."

"You're doing the most," he says "just by being here."I can't believe how kind he is.

"Sure," I say sarcastically because I can't think of anything else to say to that.

"You're not a burden to be around, so stop acting like it," he says in a very demanding tone. I feel a tingling kind of sensation down there.

I nod in response, I feel too inferior to talk.

"Use your words, doll," he says, he taps his foot impatiently.

"I'll stop," I say.

"Good girl" his voice is sweet now, I smile. His words make me feel small, and a little brave. So I move over to where he is. I stand right next to him and lay my head on his shoulder. He places my head on his chest and runs his fingers through my hair. Shivers travel down to my body. Ezra hugs me, warming me up. Then he moves away.

"Looks like somebody has a crush," he says in a sing-song voice teasingly. I roll my eyes.

"Um you're like a thousand eyes old," I say jokingly "No thanks."

"Im 24" he scoffs "Plus it's nothing to be ashamed about, I'm good looking."

"In your dreams, lover boy," I say. I hope he doesn't recognize the nervousness in my voice.

"No," he says and winks "in yours."

We eat our dinner in peace and I keep my hands to myself. I do not want him to think I like him, how weird would that be?

It's about 10 pm when I get tired again. So I go into Ezra's room to get my clothes. I decide on a simple nightgown.

I go over to the bed and lay myself down. Something is missing. I don't feel comfy yet. I grab my phone to put on some music to help me sleep. I drift off in a semi-uncomfortable sleep.

Authors Note
It's already November! Can you believe it? I can't wait for Christmas and snow and cosy things!