The Educator

Elliot and I are laying on the carpeted floor, panting fast. My head rested on Elliot’s chest. I hear his heart beating, feel the sweat on his chest against my cheek. I look up to Elliot and finally ask, “Elliot?”

“Yeah?” he answers whilst panting

“What was your childhood like? Why do you have scars?” I ask him. He looks down at me. Elliot moves me head a little, his body faces me and our faces are closer. From where I was, I could see how Elliot’s eyes had a blue hue underneath all the green. His lashes are long and the stubble on his face has become my new comfort zone.

Elliot notices how I have observed him. His brow raises “What?”

I swallow, “Nothing, it’s just I never noticed how blueish greenish your eyes are” I tell him.

you like them? Do you want our

a get a deeper kiss. My arms are around his neck to pull him closer to

pull away, Elliot touches my chin and looks deeply into my eyes. He sighs as he places a few strands of my hair behind my ear, “Eli, I

“Elliot,

want you to feel as if I am trying to

him off,

places a kiss on my forehead. He then proceeds to ask, “So, what

other arm where his scars are. He looks at them and takes a moment, as if he’s trying to remember everything. The scars