Love Isn't Always A Fairy Tale {Teacher/Student Romance}

Chapter 18- Sleepover pt. 2

So I have been staring at my dresser, for like 10 minutes. My overnight bag is on my bed, opened. I have a pair of jeans, a white tank top, my blow dryer, my make-up, and tooth-brush. The only thing left now, was what was I going to wear to bed?

I didn't want anything to revealing, because that would awkward as hell. Not to mention dangerous. So I once again close the top drawer on my dresser, and open the next one. I'm frustrated and flustered, and the cool, calm, and sexy, man sitting on my bed wasn't helping.

I could feel Ethan's eyes on me as I looked through all the sleep clothes that I have... They all seem too inappropriate. Not saying I dress like a slut, but my shorts are a little on the short side. I close the second drawer with a huff. This isn't going well.

I hear movement on my bed, and then footsteps walking up behind me. I go to turn, but 2 strong hands on my shoulders stop me. I can feel the warmth from Ethan's body radiating. My heart beat quickens from the proximity, and my breath catches in my throat.

I can feel my knees going weak, and the only thing keeping me vertical is the dresser in front of me. My entire body is tingling, and I fight the want to lean back into him. It wouldn't take much, he's close enough. I attempt to banish the thoughts from my mind, but it's difficult. Ethan's voice helps bring out of my carnal thoughts.

"Why don't we stay here tonight?"

"No!" I exclaim, turning around so fast, I trip over my own feet. I send myself flying into Ethan's chest. His hands go to my waist, immediately to steady me. He sways slightly from the impact, but otherwise it doesn't seem to bother him. He chuckles down at me, and I glare up at him.

"Skylar I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to throw yourself at me." He tells me, and I glare back at him.

"Shut-up" I tell him through clenched teeth. This only causes him to laugh more. I narrow my eyes at him, giving him my best death glare. It does nothing. I sigh looking down, and that's when I notice my hands are on his chest.

My face heats up, and I pull my hands away so fast, you'd think they were being burned. I glimpse up to see if Ethan noticed, and from the almost sad expression on his face I'd say he noticed. He quickly recomposes himself smiling back at me.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Whatever, you're an ass." I tell him, backing up slightly and crossing my arms. He smirks at me.

"So I've been told. So why don't you want to stay here?" He asks, motioning around my bedroom. "You'd probably be more comfortable here." I sigh at him, walking over to sit on my bed.

"You're going to think I'm a baby." I tell him looking down. I feel my bed go down slightly, and look over to see Ethan sitting next to me.

"I won't think you're a baby, a promise."

"Okay, don't judge me, but I don't like staying alone."

"I know that's why I was staying with you." He tells me and I sigh.

"It's not the same though. You'd be downstairs in the guest room or on the couch and I'd be all the way up here." I tell him, lying back on my bed. Ethan turns and looks down at me. I can see the worry and amusement in his eyes.

"I told you don't judge me. I'm not afraid of the dark or anything okay? It's just the being alone, even though you're technically here. You'd still be far away. I just... I get panicky when I'm alone at night." I tell him trailing off at the end.

"What if I stayed up here with you?" I look up at Ethan, shock I know evident on my face. Did he just say what I think he said? From the shock on his face I don't think he intended to say that. I see a little bit of color spread onto his cheeks. Aww! He just blushed. He looks away, trying to gain his composure. That was so cute!