Losing my virginity to my teacher | ✔

32. Hope.

ZACH’S POV

       I have been awake for an hour and half gazing at Amelia, who was sleeping peacefully, her eyes were a little puffy because of the crying she did last night.  My heart squeezed painfully whenever I think of the way she cried herself to sleep.

       I wanted to there for her whenever she got down like this and tell her that she is the world’s most powerful and strongest girl I ever met.  And the way how she thought of me was enough for me to get myself a redemption.

       Laying curled up beside her I still don’t have any ideas of how to apologize to her and make her understand that I was not repulsed by the idea of her being inexperienced and the shit she mumbled last night.

      I kissed her on the head and brushed away the baby hairs which was stubborn enough to come again and again to rest on her forehead even after me brushing it back, continuously. 

       This is the first time I stared at her face this close and this long.  Her complexion is darker than mine and her eyelashes are impossibly long and is resting against her cheeks as her eyes are closed.  Her bottom lip his fuller than the upper one but it is perfect for her little nose and one mole is perched near her left ear and her ear is pierced with three rings and it is in beautiful gold and silver studs that are in good contrast with her brown hair which is lighter now as the sunlight is grazing its presence through the bedside window.  I tried to close the curtain but Amelia’s hand was clutching my waist pretty tight and I didn’t want to wake her up.

      I want to buy her some Advil for her before she gets up with a hangover, I don’t want her to suffer anymore.

      I promised myself five more minutes of staring at her before she wakes up and shoves him off the bed for being the obvious creep.  We didn’t even talk about if someone should sleep on the couch the day before, and I didn’t want to extend my invite.

       My hands found the phone on the bedside table with lot of trouble to not jostle Amelia.  When it was in my hand, I let out a big breath and pressed at my home button to see the time and saw that we still had three hours to get up and reach the venue for the presentation today.

       I reluctantly started to pry Amelia’s hand away from my waist and let her sleep on the back.  Pulling the sheet up to her chest I looked at her one more time and a little frown crossed her eyebrows and it scrunched up in a cute way before she bit her bottom lip.

       My breath hitched while I saw the confusion etched away from her face but her bottom lip was lightly caught between her teeth.  I was tempted to wake her up and kiss her thoroughly but I refrained myself and pulled her lip from her teeth by my thumb.

       The small patch of her lip which was lightly glistening with saliva and I’d be damned if I didn’t do anything.  So, I leaned down until her soft breath was on my face and pressed my lips on hers and let go when I was afraid, she would wake up.

       I padded around the bed for the drawer ignoring my morning wood and how my skin tingled when Amelia was snuggled up against me but like the gentleman I was I ignored it and wore a pair of sweats and a hoodie to go to a shop buy her a light breakfast and couple of Advil for her hangover, if she has one.  But to be on the safe side I should buy one.

      After grabbing my wallet and key I went and stood near the bed and looked at the place I just abandoned near her.  It was messy were I slept and I still feel her front flush against mine and her head on my chest hearing my steady heartbeats and her breath against my nipple which still tingled.  I ran my hand through my hair and got out of the room before I literally jump her and do something I would regret for the rest of my life.