teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

43 ♤ Muffin

43 ♤ Muffin

C O U R T N E Y ♤

We were seated at a small square table, hidden from everyone else at the breakfast place by a wall. The wall was angled in a way that if I moved just a little to the left, I could see the corner of the bar area where you ordered your food.

Despite it being nine at night, we were still eating a small place called "The Bagel Market", a breakfast place. Shayne had ordered a hot chocolate for himself and a small muffin for me, saving me the awkwardness of ordering for myself, thankfully.

I was sitting beside him, my legs spread out across his lap, his hand resting on my shin. It wasn't super close to our town, and it wasn't a very popular place to be eating, so we figured no one that knew he was my teacher would be there to see us acting like a couple.

"Why'd you drag me here this late at night?" I mumbled jokingly, "I would have rather stayed curled up on your couch with you."

"I know, doll, but we should try to do something other than watching all the Men in Black movies at some point," he chuckled, squeezing my shin lightly.

"I've tried to recommend Legally Blonde, but I guess it's not high enough to reach your standards," I playfully said, rolling my eyes.

"Anything with a woman and a dog in pink just gives me flashbacks to the later Harry Potter books. What was her name...?" He snapped his fingers, trying to recall.

I shrugged, giggling.

Shayne reached his hand out to grasp his phone, but instead he managed to submerge his index and middle finger in whip cream from his hot chocolate.

"Aah, shoot," he mumbled, grinning slightly to himself, about to pick up a napkin, but I grabbed his wrist.

Leading his two fingers up to my lips, I placed them in my mouth, gently sucking on his finger up to the knuckle.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes watching me intently in awe. I made as innocent of a face as I could, batting my eyelashes gently at him.

"Oh my God, Courtney," he murmured, his voice husky. "F-fuck."

Despite all of the whip cream being gone from his fingers, I kept them in my mouth, still innocently sucking on them, my teeth grazing over the skin softly.

I pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a quiet pop, making us both erupt in a fit of childish giggles. He pressed a kiss to my temple.

Shayne then wiped the saliva off on the napkin before his phone buzzed. He glanced at the door to the small breakfast place, and I followed his gaze.

My face turned pale, and my hands instantly became clammy.

Because, coming toward us, was one person that I knew was very disappointed and absolutely shocked at what she just saw.

"Shit."

K A R I ♤

*earlier that day*

I knocked gently on Damien's bedroom door, hearing some rustling inside, presumably him wrapped like a burrito in his mass of sheets.

There was a groan before someone, also presumably Damien, mumbled, "Come inside."

Opening the door, I saw Damien wrapped in his sheets, his hair still ruffled from sleep. "Kari, hey," he greeted me wearily, a small smile on his face.

"Hi, Deem," I smiled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his nose. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he mumbled, reaching his arms out for a clumsily maneuvered embrace.