teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

22 ♤ Sexy Noodle

22 ♤ Sexy Noodle

C O U R T N E Y ♤

The fourth day at Shayne's house nothing really happened, it was just like the others.

But the fifth, that was new, different, a day I wanted to remember, even if it was just the first few hours I was there.

Today was the day we had to go back to school, which is why I brought my school uniform with me. It still laid, abandoned, on the bottom of my duffel bag.

I could feel Shayne stirring beside me on the mattress, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

I craned my neck to look back at him, a small smile on his face as he wearily rubbed his eyes.

With a small yawn, I glanced at his window, the white curtains pulled back to reveal complete darkness in the outside world.

I turned my head to look at his alarm clock resting on his nightstand. The glowing green numbers read "4:43". I don't remember one time I've ever woken up this early before, except for the time Brad came into my bed because he had a nightmare back when I was in seventh grade.

Shayne was sitting upright in the bed, his hand resting atop his head, tangled in his hair.

"G'morning, princess," he greeted me, his morning voice rough and hoarse.

"Hi," I replied softly, reaching my hand out to grasp his. He complied, my much smaller hand being enveloped in his.

"We have to go to school today, if you couldn't guess," he started off, staring at the wall, a strained grin on his face.

I groaned, wanting to snuggle back into the covers of his bed.

"And I was wondering..." Shayne's voice faded away, but he cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd, if you'd like to take my shower with me."

It was about five in the morning, and I was sitting in my teacher's bed while he proposed that we showered together. Of course I was going to be unresponsive within the first few moments of the suggestion.

"Sure," I grinned back, giving his hand a slight squeeze.

His smile widened, and his eyes were shining with a light I wish would glimmer there more often.

"Um, wow, okay, alright," he replied, obviously flustered, happy, nothing less than such.

I forced myself to sit up, letting the covers fall off of my body.

Shayne had this adorable flustered grin smacked onto his face for the rest of the day, and I honestly wished we hadn't gone to school, or gone anywhere for that matter, because I wanted that grin all to myself.

But we had to.

After the shower, of course.

I slowly and ungracefully slid off of the bed to the floor, revelling in the laugh coming from the other side of the room.

Shayne made his way over to where I was draped over the floor, scooping his arms under my body, lifting me into the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He gently placed me down on the sink counter, his hand grazing against my thigh.

Shayne slowly lifted the hem of his shirt on my body up, gently pulling it over my head, exposing my underclothes.

Last night was the first night I didn't wear leggings with his shirt, and I think he liked it better.

"You're very beautiful," he mumbled into my ear, landing a soft kiss on the top of my head.