Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,39
I needed fresh air. I needed to get away from this place. I pushed off the desk, shoving by him. His hand caught my arm, keeping me from leaving.
“I need to get out of here.” The tears in my eyes threatened to fall at any moment.
“I’ll go with you.” He wasn’t asking for my permission. I knew if I wanted to make sense of this we would have to finish this talk. I nodded my head and he grabbed his things from his desk. As I made it to the parking lot I could see Mr. Honor in his car, glaring at me. I got in my car, taking a deep breath before pulling out onto the main road. I stared out of the front window, trying to avoid his reflection in my rearview mirror. My head swam with all of the new information I had received from Abby. After William’s confession to me this morning that he wanted to be with me, I did not think it was possible to come crashing down from that moment of happiness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
As I pulled up to Mr. Honor’s place my stomach began to twist into knots again. I wanted more than anything to be with him, but after Abby’s threats I knew it was not a good idea. The bay door slowly opened and I pulled my car inside. William’s car pulled along side mine, and the door slowly lowered behind us. I summoned all of my courage and got out of the car. He walked towards the base of the stairs and I followed behind, wondering what would be of us when this was all over.
The trip up the steps was the longest walk of my life. Every possible outcome for us played through my head. When we finally arrived inside I glanced around the room. It suddenly felt much larger and overwhelming than it had before. I took in the paintings that hung sporatically on the walls, and furniture that sat stratigically placed around the floor. How had I not noticed how expensive all of these things must have been?
“I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” His eyes met mine and I could not look away.
“Do you still love her?” I asked, my voice shaking. He swallowed hard.
“I don’t know.” That was not the answer I had hoped for but I could not blame him for his honesty. I nodded, looking down at my feet. He stepped closer to me and I stiffened my back, not sure how close I wanted him to get. He slid the palm of his hand across my cheek and I leaned in to his touch, closing my eyes.
“I do know that I love you more.” My eyes shot open and I searched his face, not sure I had heard him correctly. “I love you. I wasn’t sure it was even possible for me to care about anyone else again, but I can’t deny how I feel about you.” I stared at him helplessly as I absorbed what he was saying. “Breathe” he whispered and I took a deep breath as he instructed. His face became worried when I did not say anything. “What else do you want to know?” He asked.
“I think you said all I needed to hear.” I whispered. He smiled and kissed me like he had never kissed me before. His hand lost in my hair as he pulled me against him. His other sliding down my back and over my bottom. I placed my hands on his chest and slid the up to his strong muscular shoulders. He did not pull away or try to stop me. “Make love to me.” I breathed into his mouth.
He picked me up and carried me into his room, laying me gently in the center of his bed. His mouth hovered above mine.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked.
“Yes,sir” I moaned and his mouth crashed back into mine. We pulled at each others clothing, trying desperatly to get to one another.
“What do you want me to do to you?” his hot breath sending goosebumps over my skin.
“Kiss me…here” I moaned, tugging his hair gently and guiding his lips to my breast. I arched my back as he hungrily obliged. He had given me complete control and the feeling was overwhelming. His tongue slid in small cirlcles over my nipple. He let his teeth graze me and I moaned loudly in response.
“Where else?” he asked, practically panting. I tightened my grip