Devotion || h.s

five

It was friday again, and like always I had nothing to do. Once I got home, I dropped my bag by the front door and headed up to my room. I grabbed my laptop on my bed, placing it on my lap and turning it on.

I was in need to finish all the seasons of the American Horror Story, I'm on season 2, and I'm practically obsessed. My stomach grumbles so I bring my laptop down stairs with me as I decide to go make something to eat.

I grab out some strawberries, granola, and yogart. I pour some yogart in a bowl, along with granola crumbs before cutting pieces of strawberries and putting them in the bowl.

I grab a spoon, and eat my snack, leaning against the counter as I watch my show.

I was then interrupted by a knock on the door, and I roll my eyes placing my bowl down. I walk to the front door and open it to find Mr. Styles. He hasn't talked to me, or made eye contact with me all week. Like he was trying to avoid me.

"Mr. Styles.. what are you doing here?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows at the grown man standing in front of me.

"You left your book in class today, and thought you may need it to finish that homework that was assigned on this book." He smiled, his dimple noticeable. I nod my head and grab the book he was holding out in front of him.

"Oh. Thank you." I say quietly and was about to shut the door before he stopped it with his large hands.

"Are your parents home?" He asks, looking down into my eyes and I shake my head biting on my lower lip. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

He lets himself inside, looking around.

"Lovely house by the way, love." He smiles. I shut the door and awkwardly walk back to the kitchen, and shut my laptop. I didn't know what to do, or say. I just left my teacher in my living room, what am I doing. This was bad. Very bad.

He soon lingers into the kitchen, and walks over to me. "You looked lovely today." He whispers. I close my eyes and take a deep breathe and wishing I hadn't worn my t shirt dress today. He was making me so nervous.

"You've been avoiding me," I whisper back. He then looks me in the eyes. His green eyes staring into my pair of hazel ones. His eyes were so beautiful. Just the color itself could make you adore him.

"I didn't attend to." He answers back, his right hand coming up to cup my left cheek. He rubs his thumb a long my skin slowly, and watching me carefully. I shut my eyes for a minute feeling my
heartbeat quicken from his touch.

His tall figure leans toward me, and I began to feel myself heat up. I wanted him to kiss me, and he was being a tease. I get on my tiptoes and just press my lips to his. Eager to feel his plump lips against my own.

They were so soft, like silk. They tasted like mint. I always found him chewing gum, so that's most likely why. I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him closer. This felt so wrong, yet so right. I couldn't help my self.

His tongue slides along my bottom lip, and I part my lips giving him access to my mouth. Our lips moved in sync, perfectly. His hand came down to my thighs, pulling me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as his hands wrap around my back pulling me against him.

He places me on the counter and stands between my legs, not breaking the kiss. I spoke to soon, as he slowly pulls away looking at me.

"We can't do this." He whispers, his eyes closed and head resting on my forehead. I sigh, taking a deep breathe. His hand rest on the side of my thigh slightly.

"You've let it go this far?" I speak. God, I'm making myself sound desperate for him.

"I know and I shouldn't have. I'm your teacher, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, Brooke." He says running his hands through his hair. I guess even outside of school he was still just my teacher.