Isaac and Liam

Chapter 5

Liam

True to his word he paid attention and asked questions when neccesary. After that day, he never spoke of his feelings for me.

It was actually bittersweet for me. I didn't want him to have feelings for me but I also wanted him to have them.

It had been years since anyone had wanted me like that. I hadn't felt desired in a long time. Maddie and I had been dating since we were 15 and 8 years later we were still together.

That magic was gone and we hadn't talked of our feelings for each other in years.

She hadn't looked at me like that in years like Zac did.

When he thought I wasn't looking, I would catch him looking at me. I didn't dislike the looks.

Those looks had my heart racing more often than not. His eyes had distracted me more times than I cared to admit. Damn, his long eye lashes.

I no longer moved away when he pulled his chair closer to mine. I looked forward to the accidental touches. Like the pressure from his thigh against my own. Guessing whether it was deliberate or not quickly became a guilty pleasure.

Or the way our arms were next to each other as we worked through his school work. I liked the warmth that radiated from him and sometimes I would place my arm nearer to him.

I wasn't immune to admiring his face. The only way I could describe him was beautiful, no, more like angelic. The way the soft lights of the cafe hit his brunett hair. It was as if the light danced on his crown.

He had a cute nose, a button nose. He wiggled it a lot. Well, it seemed like a lot to me.

I noticed an old scar that was across his left eyebrow. Hair no longer grew in the scar. I was dying to ak how he had got it. I was also dying to run my finger across it.

Was his skin as soft as it looked? Clear of blemishes and perfect complexion and great tan. He clearly spent lot's of time outdoors. I just wanted to feel it against my own.

I loved the mole just below his right ear, that more than once I had imagined licking. I liked the way he scrunched his face when he was stumped and it always made me smile.

Or the way his face shone when he got something right he was sure he hadn't mastered. I didn't fail to notice that he chewed his pens more than halfway through.

I was sure he was going to get plastic poisining. It was a thing right?

Inspite of myself, I was slowly getting enamoured with him although I couldn't say anything to him. I was dying inside.

The way his shampoo suprisingly smelled like green apples intoxicated me whenever his hand ruffled his hair. Why apples. Seriously, was I getting turned on by fruit?

Or the way his sideburns were just slightly too long.

I couldn't get enough of him and I would just stare at those baby hairs on his nape for hours on end. They really looked soft.

It was my turn to suffer for having feelings for my student which I could never express no matter what. Why had I agreed to tutoring him?

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"I'm going to give you a quiz just to track your progress." He groaned in protest.

"Hey," I gently elbowed him.

"How will I know you are mastering the concepts. I will not make it easy for you." He grinned.

"I don't expect any different from you. Will I get a reward if I pass?" I chuckled.