More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

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What should be a bright and uplifting present for two people two people with such dark and unsettling pasts. /// "Things could be so easy if you would just say something Ava." His hand holds out a ten dollar note. I look up at him and just shake my head. "I can't." I whisper. "You can't what?" His fingers lightly brush mine before holding them. "Tell me Ava." He softly says. With a painful sigh, I let my fingers slip out of his grip. I readjust my bag on my shoulder as I turn to open the door. My body pleads for me to stay but instead I force myself out into the brisk air of the corridor. - Teacherxstudent /// Edited and re uploaded - deleted at 1M reads No translations
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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