All or nothing (Love in chaos #1) - Missy Johnson Page 0,56
somewhere quieter, more private. Maybe all of this could’ve been avoided.
I look up when someone taps on my window. I expect Tara, but my eyes widen when I see David’s face. He gives me a halfhearted wave as I flick on my bedside lamp and rush to open the window, letting him inside. My heart pounds as he crawls through the small space with a grunt and into my arms.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. I’m so happy to finally see him but so aware that if we're caught, that's it. “You should leave,” I add, even though it’s the last thing I want.
“I had to see you,” he says.
He keeps his voice low—of course, my mother would lose her mind if she heard a boy in my room, let alone a teacher. If she caught us… God, I can only imagine what would happen.
“I'm so sorry,” he whispers. He reaches for my face and cradles it. “Liv, please forgive me. I thought it would be better to let everything cool off for a while before—”
“It’s okay.”
I stop him with a kiss, pulling him close to me. He growls against my mouth, pawing at my hair, my face. The sudden hunger in his kiss and touch makes me gasp, and as he guides me back to my bed, we collapse onto it. His hands move everywhere like he can’t get enough of me. My heart pounds, because this is it, it's finally happening.
I bite my lip, not making a sound as he kisses his way down my neck. His hands push up my tank top to expose my breasts. I put my hands in his hair, making his glasses go askew, as he kisses me everywhere. The five o'clock shadow on his cheeks is rough against my chest as he kisses over my breasts and then along my collarbone. I sigh and grip my tank. Just as I’m about to lift it over my head, I hear them. My mother’s footsteps.
Shit.
David lifts his head, his eyes wide. We share a look. He kisses me deeply, and then bolts to the window. I run after him, my heart in my throat as he pushes himself through just as the door springs open.
“Who the hell was that?” my mother demands.
She rushes over as I shove the window shut and move away. Thankfully, the garden is dark, and I know she can’t see that it was David, but I’m a mess all the same. She whirls around and glares at me.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Olivia?” she gasps. She folds her arms across her chest, staring at me. “Was that Ben?”
“Mom, I swear, nothing—”
“Don't you dare lie to me. I just saw him sneaking out of your room.” Her expression is so worried, for a moment all I can feel is guilty. Not for what I've been doing, sneaking around with David, but for causing her so much stress. I wrap my arms around my stomach. “Olivia…”
“Nothing happened,” I say, meeting her eyes. “Please, Mom—”
“Was that Ben?” she repeats through gritted teeth.
I hang my head in shame and nod.
She sighs heavily and turns to the window again, then walks over to the door.
“Go to sleep.” I’ve never heard her sound so defeated. “We'll talk about this in the morning.”
“Okay,” I nod.
She doesn't close the door behind her, and I don't move for a long time after that.
My phone lights up and I look at it. It's from David.
I'm sorry.
I stare at his text for a long time. Somehow that hurts worse than the rumors, worse than being ignored, because his text has a finality to it. Like it's over.
I lay there in the darkness as the tears begin to fall.
The next morning, I'm exhausted. I've barely slept because I stayed up all night, checking and rechecking my phone, hoping that David might text me again with an explanation. Or something. Anything. But he didn’t. I know I can't be with him, not without him losing his job or me getting sent off to a boarding school, but it still hurts so much. The whole school already thinks I'm a whore; if they found out about this, it would be even worse. I didn't even do anything, but I know it doesn’t really matter anymore.
At breakfast, my mother sits across from me nursing a cup of coffee. I pick at my eggs under her gaze, her silence icy and worse than any lecture.