The Educator

The next morning, I wake up and head downstairs. I see Elliot and he sees me immediately. Last night came flashing back. I walk downstairs and a knock was on the door. It was room service, as usual. Once everything was on the breakfast nook, Elliot and I sit and eat but in silence. It was awkward, as if we were back to square one. A few minutes into the meal and we’re still silent. I could not forget the conversation that I heard last night but it didn’t make me feel awkward. It made me feel as if I was hoping that I could hear it, needless to say from his lips.

“Elliot” I whisper, “about last night… I just wanted to clear the air”

Elliot is silent and not looking at me. He is just staring down at his food. I look at him and say, “Elliot, I just want to know where we are. I’m not insisting that this be something serious. I just wan----”

“Let’s go out later, maybe to the beach? Get some sun” He suggests.

I blink and stare at him, “What? Elliot…”

fun. I was thinking island hopping too” he suddenly stands and

clothes, his top off and his bottoms the only piece of clothing covering him. We both stand, looking at one another. I

him, our eye connecting. My surroundings suddenly feel as if its not there. My ears a deaf, high pitched eerie sounds and everything around us looks blurred. Elliot cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly, lightly but passionately. He pulls away for a moment to look at my reaction and when he realizes that I am nowhere near protesting, he pulls me in again, this time by my waist. He slides his hands underneath my thighs to hoist me up, slams me on the bed. I use my arms to move my body to the upper part of the bed, just underneath the headboard. Elliot craws over me, topping me over and continues to kiss me

a moment, “Elliot,

He looks up at me for split second before he pulls my shorts down. He steps back and takes off his clothes before coming over me. We continue kissing again, he places his face on the crook of my neck and starts kissing me there. He reaches down between us. I can feel it. My stomach having butterflies, as if I was being carried by air. It was on cloud nine for the whole time we were together. We are not speaking, it is all eye contact, touching and motion that helps us communicate with one another. He thrusts in and

cloudy and my vision blurs out. I hear him moan out after I come down from my high. Elliot and I lay together, panting.

he whispers, “I’m starting to like