~TeacherXStudent/ GirlXGirl~ Sam never had an easy life, and as she battles with the memories of her dysfunctional past she also has to battle the sexual tension she has for her hot History teacher, Miss Adams. When her older brother brings home a familiar pretty face, Sam's life turns completely upside down as struggles to distance herself from a woman who always seems to be around. ***HARSH LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT.***

Authors Note: This is book is part of a series but is not a sequel to my other book "Help Me Pick Up the Pieces". The "Destined to be Series" are interconnected but it's not necessary to have read book one before this one. "Parker, we really shouldn't..." she starts to say, but I quickly interrupt her. "Forget about what we should or shouldn't be doing. Do you want this?" I ask and she just silently looks up at me. I lean in and kiss her before I rest my forehead on hers. "Jenny, do you want this?" I whisper. "Do you want me?" She just silently looks at me for a moment. Her beautiful hazel eyes slowly drift down and look at my lips for a second before she brings them back to mine. "Yes. Yes, I do," she says quietly and I smile a little. "Well, you have me. Now are you going to do something about it?" Warning: This book is about girlxgirl relationships between older and younger women. It contains sexual content, language, and deals with non-traditional relationships. If you have a problem with any of this don't read.

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.