“Why?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like it would be a good idea.”
“We’ve talked about this, Niall. You know why we can’t do that. This can’t happen again.”
“It’s already happened twice.”
“Exactly. And that’s more than enough.”
I lean in to her, running my hand through her hair.
“So you don’t want more?”
Her lip begins to tremble. “That’s irrelevant.”
I nod slowly, moving in to her lips.
“N-Niall…” Her breath tickles my mouth, and I press against her. Jordan doesn’t resist, despite the bullshit she just came out with. Her hands move up to my hair, her tongue fighting hopelessly against mine.
I don’t know what this is between us, Headmistress, and I’m not sure that I want to find out. But all my questions and doubts tumble away when I see how much you want me. I can’t listen to reason when my body is calling for you, and you only.
Jordan
I’m abruptly woken up by a series of noises and loud mews coming from my kitchen. I really didn’t want to get out of bed: it’s Sunday morning, and today is the only day I let myself have a lie-in. I usually have nothing to do but wait for my lunch with Iris. And this time, I was having a nice dream. There was a man in my bed – someone charming and sexy, with a smile that could melt your underwear. He was telling me that he liked the way I…
Oh, Jesus.
I jump out of bed and dash into the bathroom, desperately splashing water onto my face. I hurriedly brush my teeth, running my fingers through my unruly hair, and rummage around for something to throw on. I find an extra-large T-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear, because I have no idea where the ones I was wearing last night have disappeared to. I compose myself – or, at least, I try to – before joining him in the kitchen.
“Good morning.” His beaming smile greets me as I step into the room.
“Good morning.”
“I’ve fed Caramel.”
I glance at her as she winds contentedly around my ankles, after having spent the entire morning glued to his legs.
Oh, hello you little traitor.Nowyou remember me?
“I’ve made eggs. Sorry, I always get up early in the morning. I’d forgotten it was Sunday.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m used to being up early for training, you know.”
I sink onto a stool at the counter and gratefully take the cup of coffee he hands me. He pours in some milk, then places a plate of eggs in front of me.
“Thanks.”
I’m thrown by the whole situation; but I’m also starving.
He sits down opposite me, and I dig a fork into my scrambled eggs.
I’m exhausted and worn out from last night. But I’m also inexplicably happy; I know I shouldn’t feel like this, and I shouldn’t let myself get carried away, but it’s so nice to see his sexy face in my kitchen in the morning. I can’t stop staring at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“What?”
