Page 62 of The Teacher of Nothing
“Can you blame me?”
She sits up, resting on an elbow. Though I can’t see her well in the dark room, I can feel her stare on me. “I would stay if I could.”
“You can.”
She strokes her fingers over my face. “I can’t. You’re thinking like a caveman and not like a functioning man of a civilized society.”
“Woman. Mine. Rawr.”
Her giggle is music. Sweet, melodic music. Like tingling bells. “Stop. You’re too much.”
Sliding a hand into her hair, I pull her close. Her lips press to mine and she kisses me. Differently now that we’ve had sex. It’s almost as though she’s surer of herself. I love it.
“I’m addicted to you, sweetheart. I don’t want you out of my sight.”
“Luckily, you’re my teacher, so you get to see me every day.” She smiles against my lips. “And this weekend, I’ll find a way to be with you.”
“Tomorrow night will be torture. I can’t exactly sneak over and see you with my sister staying the night.”
Though I’m slightly annoyed Gemma has injected herself into Willa’s life and ruined my plans with her, I’m happy she’s saving her from that party. Dempsey is a troublemaker who’ll fuck anything that moves, while Spencer is a lot more devious. My nephew is much less obvious about his wicked ways. Willa can see them at school, but outside of it, I’m worried I won’t be able to protect her from them.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. “You’re suddenly tense.”
“Had a terrible thought of someone taking you away from me.”
“I’m not her,” she murmurs. “I don’t want anyone else but you. No one can take me away from you.”
“I know.”
“Do you, though?” Her voice hardens. “I want you to trust me.”
Trust isn’t exactly my favorite thing to do, but Willa makes it easy.
“I trust you, sweetheart.” I nip her bottom lip. “And you’re right. I need to get you home before they send out a search party.”
We manage to peel ourselves apart long enough for us to both dress and for her to check her phone. I can’t take my eyes off her. Tomorrow, in class, it’s going to be nearly impossible to not look at her knowing that my dick’s been inside her mouth and her pussy.
Once we’re in my car and driving along the dark road, I feel tendrils of anxiety trailing through me. The farther we get from my house and my bed to the library, the more dread sinks in.Time ticks by all too fast, bringing me nearer to the time when we’ll have to part ways.
I clutch onto her hand, bringing it to rest on my thigh. My eyes are on the road, but I can tell hers are on me. It makes me wonder what she sees.
Do I look like some guy who has my shit together?
Or do I look like a guy who’s close to losing his shit altogether?
I hope she sees the former, though I’m one hundred percent the latter.
“Who called earlier?” I ask, glancing over at her.
She stiffens. “Mom.”
“Did she leave a message?”
“No. She never does. There was a text, though, that said she wants to talk about my behavior lately.”
I bristle at anyone thinking Willa is anything but a sweet, good girl. “Your behavior? Has she lost her mind?”
“To Darren,” she spits out bitterly. “Sorry. She just makes me angry sometimes.”
