Dear Diary! (student/teacher relationship) ~COMPLETE!~

Chapter 11

  Ok. I literally had to force myself to do this chapter.Lol. Probably not my best and it's not very long. I hope you guy enjoy it though and be sure to let me know what you think :) I promise to make this up to you guys.

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  Did I just sleep in the same bed as my teacher? I thought to myself. Then I remembered something he said to me last night...

    "Vincent..." I said, quietly.

    "Yes, chérie?"

    "I- I love you too," I said.

    Vincent smiled at me and pulled me close to him. He kissed me but something felt different. It was a good different though. It was sweet and I could feel his happiness.

    "Let's have some breakfast," he suggested.

    He gave me one more kiss before getting out of the bed. I took a good look at him. His shirt was only buttoned in the middle and his pants were hanging on his waist, showing off the lower section of his abdomen. He was rough looking but at the same time, stunning. I smiled at him, got out of bed, and followed him to the kitchen.

    It wasn't until I sat down and felt the leather from the chair touching my skin that I realized I wasn't wearing my dress. Instead, I was wearing only a white, button up shirt with long sleeves.

    "W-why am I wearing this," I asked Vincent as he made a pot of coffee.

    "Well, when you fell asleep, I didn't know what to do," he said. "So I called Meghan and she suggested I just let you sleep and then she helped me change you."

    "S-so you u-undressed me," I asked, for some reason I started feeling nervous.

    "N-no," he replied. "Meghan did. I helped put the shirt on you though."

    I suddenly started feeling shy and embarrassed as I crossed my arms in front of my chest trying to hide my body, even though the shirt covered everything.

    "S-so you saw," I asked, shyly. At this point I had started to avoid direct eye contact and I could feel my face flush red.

    "Yeah, I did," he said as he walked towards me. "I did more than that earlier though," he whispered to me. And that same sensation from the night before shot through my body. I managed to fight back any urges to act on the way he made me feel.

    The events from the night before started playing through my mind like a silent movie which did little to help my flushed expression. I got even more red as I remembered the things he did to me and the way he made me feel. I looked slowly at Vincent from the corner of my eye and he seemed to be just as nervous about what he had just said. The silence was long and awkward.

    "How about some French toast," he said, breaking the awkward silence. "I have some left over brioche that my mom baked and it makes really good French toast."

    "That sounds wonderful," I said smiling from ear to ear, glad to be on a different subject.

    Breakfast was always my favorite meal and if his breakfast was half as good as dinner... man, that would be awesome.

     He took the brioche from the cabinet and when he opened it, I could smell the sweet smell from where I was sitting. He sliced it and then in a separate bowl he whisked the eggs and creme and soaked the bread in it before placing it in the pan. From the cabinet, he took some spices and sprinkled it on top. He cooked the remainder of the egg and creme and put it in a separate bowl. Last, he sifted some confectioners sugar on top of the French toast. It was even better than dinner was. He even took fresh strawberries out of the fridge and whip cream, making it a million to,establish better. Strawberries were my absolute favorite.