The Educator

Chapter 18: 18

I let the cold water wash the heat off of my body. I am fully naked under the shower head. My heart was beating rapidly, as if I ran a marathon, as if I was waiting for an exam grade, as if I was waiting for my pregnancy test to come out negative. My hands rest on the glass wall to help me up. My chest and collarbones are still red from the hot coffee.

What just happened? Were we about to have sex? Was he about to kiss me? Maybe it wasn’t as I am thinking it is. Hi hands touched the underside of my thighs. It felt so good. Thinking about what happened made my legs weak and made me wet, aside from the shower. The way he held me, as if no other man held me before. I touch my lower part and I was slippery down there.

Again, what happened? Jesus, could it happen again? I want it to happened again. It felt so good. So different that it is making me light headed. Do I want it to happen again? I felt him hard against me. The things I could do and the things I could let him do to me.

No!

Yes!

What?

I turn off the shower and I could still feel my burnt area. I pull out my soothing cream and rub it carefully. I wear a robe carefully so that by morning, my skin would have already recovered from the trauma. I walk out of the bathroom and I see Elliot standing by the door. He’s wearing just the bottoms of his pajamas, his lower torso a red, trauma red.

“Do you have anything

rise

don’t know what happened downstairs”

of us attempting to leave. I swallow, clear my throat and sit down on the edge

I stand in front of Elliot. He touches my waist and I lean closer to him. He tilts hi head to the side, purposefully touching my nose with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him close. We indulge ourselves with a wet but passionate kiss. His hands find their way underneath my

of the room and upon bumping, we manage to fall on the fall without feeling anything but excitement. He pushes my robe back, exposing my bare skin. He starts touching me, even on the burnt area.

“Sorry, it still hurts” I whisper. I pull my robe

says, “I’ll see

tell him. He leaves and closes the door behind him. I flop back on the bed, my legs open and my lower body craving for more. I wanted something to happen and I just know it. I appreciate Elliot’s

want more.

phone. I reach for it and

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