Made to love you (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 4

"Goodmorning Harper, how did you sleep?" Asked Mr. Walsh the next morning. I realized it was the last time I would be at his house. I looked at him, only to find his bare back to me. He was wearing some running shorst. His skin was very tan and his muscles were easy to spot.

"What are you doing?" I asked him taking a sip from the coffe mug that was on the counter. The coffee was hot and it burned my tongue. "Ow, thats hot!" I hissed. He turned to me chuckling and holding a water bottle. He had narrow hips and a very hot six pack. I instantly forgot about the pain as I admired his body.

"I was planning on going on a run, after I drop you off at your place." he said. I blinked a couple of times before bringing my eyes up to his face. A smirk was plastered on his face as he had found me checking him out. I could feel my cheeks burn with color but I tried to hold it back.

"Uh, you don't need to uh, take me home. I can go walking. It's not that far." I lied to him. His smirk turned into a frown immideatly. "Thank you, though." I added looking down. I was having these wierd exotic thoughts running through my head about Mr. Walsh. "I should probably go and get ready to go home."

He nodded scooting himself up on the counter. "Okay, well I really don't mind taking you home. I'd actually want to meet your mother." he said. I smiled at him sweetly, not wanting him to see where I live.

"Okay, I wont be long." I said walking back to the room. I closed the door behind me, leaned against it and tried to steady my heart. What was wrong with me? Did I really have a sexual little dream about Mr. Walsh and me?

That would be impossible. He is a teacher and I am his student. He would never be intrested in me. He probably already has all kinds of girl throwing themselves at him. I shook my head, trying to clear my thought, grabbed the first thing from the closet, and went to take a quick shower.

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I quickly changed into the aqua blue mini dress I picked. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and walked out to be greeted by the smell of pancakes. I inhaled deeply and smiled. I turned to the kitchen and found Mr. Walsh talking with a woman. She was young and she was pretty.

My stomach instantly sank as I saw her reach over and trace a finger down his arm. He smiled at her but didn't remove her hand. I knew this was too good to be true. I swallowed back some tears, cleared my throat and made my way to the kitchen.

"Hey, you made breakfast. That's good." I said trying to reach up for a plate. Being five foot two inches wasn't always a good thing. Apart from not being able to reach the plates, the dress kept rising up, exposing my legs even more. I was in my tip-toes when I felt a warm body press against my back.

"Let me help you hun." he said. He reached behind me and grabbed a plate. He placed it infront of me but didn't move away. He was pressed tightly against me and I heard the other lady clear her throat.

"Who is this?" she asked. Her voice calm but with a hint of venom and jealousy in it.

"Oh I didn't introduce you two. Sorry for my bad manners. Stacy, this is Harper, my girlfriend." he said turning me around and keeping his arm around my waist. I smiled at  her and I knew I had a new, unwanted enemy.

"Oh, okay. Well I think I should leave now." She said turning on her heels and walking out. I heard her clacking all the way to the front door, then opening and lastly, slamming it shut.

I tried so hard to keep from laughing, but it wasn't possible. I let out a small laugh and soon, Mr. Walsh joined me. He shook my with laughter and that's when I remembered he still had his arm around my waist "Mr. Walsh, will you please let me go? I really want to eat some of those delicious pancakes that I can smeel a mile away from." I said, my stomach growling.

I laughed again, but he still hadn't let me go. I carefully, and slowly, turned around to face him. He held me closer to his body and I knew it was a mistake. He leaned down slowly and I wasn't able to pull away from him. He inched closer and closer and I longed for the moment his lips would touch mine, but I also feared it.

I closed my eyes and waited for the moment. I held my breath and when his lips gently touched mine, I felt all tingly. He kissed me softly and I pulled away.

"Mr. Walsh, this is wrong." I told him. He let go off me and I felt cold and lonely with out his skin touching me. "Lets eat something." I said after a long awkward silence. After breakfast, he took me home.

I had to lie to him of where I lived and picked one of my mom's coworkers house. I knocked on the door and Deboarah opened it. "Harper honey, how are you?" she asked pulling me into a long hug.

"I'm Deborah, will you do me a huge favor?" I asked her.She nodded at me curiously. "Will you go to my teacher and tell him that you are my mom? He really wants to meet her but I don't want him to know where I really live." I explianed. She nodded at me. "Thank you soo much Deborah. I owe you big time."

"Why don't you want to show him where you truly live?" she asked me.

"Are you kidding me? He lives in a mansion compared to the little appartment my mom and me live. The place he lives in is like a holly place compared to the streets we live in. Just please tell him you are my mother. Please?"

"I will." She said pushing passed me.