Mr. Gardner

So Wrong...?

"you can just stay and keep me company if you want."

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Okay- continuing on-

God he's so unbelievably attractive-
The way he sat. The dark brown eyes that pierce into my heart. His sexy grin he always has on... it's like he does it on purpose to get me all flustered.

"Well that doesn't sound fun for you. At least let me mark that pile" I quickly pointed to a pile of booklets. I had no idea what they were or what to do but, I wanted to help him in any way.
He leaned forward urgently and flipped through the pages. When he reached the bottom, he stopped and looked around his desk at all the work.

He let out a small huff of defeat and turned to me.

"Only this pile- I'll give you the answer key so you can just leave X's and Check marks along each set of question. Sound easy enough?"

I nodded my head happily. He gathered a couple of pens and a separate book, then placed them on the stack of papers. He watched me closely as I grabbed the work off his desk; walking away to sit down. Instead of sitting all the way at the other side of the classroom, I took a seat in the one right by his desk. I was only about a meter away from him so I could still enjoy his presence.

When I laid out all the work to begin marking, I had a small buzz that he was staring. Of course when I looked up, he had his eyes planted on me and not on his work. It was like he was day dreaming but, I knew their was something behind those eyes. He was definitely thinking about me.

fuk.

The familiar blush Mr.Gardner had me wear, appeared all over. I bit my bottom lip, like that would help, and turned in my seat. I tried to focus on the marking I was doing while he kept his eyes on me. To my relief, he broke the tension and sat forward. He grabbed a pen from his desk and began scribbling things on the booklets.

It was a lot like last Thursdays after school session. Besides the obvious hot make out we both enjoyed.

He mindlessly scribbled on his papers as I followed. I will admit, I occasionally would look up to see his beautiful face. Even though he had no expression on, he still was the cutest yet hottest man I've ever seen. I would get lucky once in a while, when I'd look up to see him rubbing his bottom lip, then smoothing out his hair to scratch the back of his head. This to anyone, would be normal, non attractive behavior. To me, it was god damn hot. It would make my mind wander to how soft his lips are. So soft. Yet the force he brought in a kiss was so rough. Then when he ran his hand in his hair, I'd think about how well he knew how to use them. His strong grip that grabbed my hands. The way he had firmly grasped my wrists and held them on the desk- The shivers he sent down my spine when he trailed his fingers up my thighs up to my hips so he could give them a tight squeeze. God I need to feel that again.

DAMMIT I need to stop-

I crossed my legs and shifted my seat when the thoughts became to much. The fact that I was no longer imagining what it'd be like to snog Mr.Gardner but, was going by experience was unbelievable.

Considering we kissed earlier,it  gave me hope this could happen again.

In a attempt to clear my thoughts, I continued on with my marking. Every page I did, the student seemed to be doing well. I scribbled more check marks than X's so that was good. Everything seemed to be going fine. I was well past the half way mark of finishing the pile and I had managed to put all my focus on the marking, then on a certain man. As I flipped the page of the booklet and read the next question, my brows scrunched up in confusion as to what the persons answer meant. I looked back and forth between the booklet n' the answer key. The persons answer wasn't particularly wrong, yet it didn't fully deserve a check mark. I sat chewing on the end of the pen and trying to figure it out. God I hope he never felt this way toward my work.