“I promise, although I’ve lived here over a year and I’ve been fine so far.”
“There’s a first time for everything. So, I’ve added my number into your phone... if you ever need anything, night or day, call me, okay?”
She leans back against her door and stare into my eyes. “Why me?”
“Because I care. And I want you to know that I’m here if you need me.Anytime.”
“Thank you, Dwight.”
The sound of raised voices from a neighbouring apartment filters down the narrow corridor. Just then, the door swings open, the couple continuing to argue before the door slams, the walls shaking from the impact as a man storms towards us, mumbling curse words under his breath. I don’t think he even notices where we're standing because he ploughs into me, forcing me forward, trapping Quinn between my body and the door behind her. I brace my forearms flat against the wood either side of her head.
I look down to find her staring up at me, those warm brown eyes wide and innocent, and despite our height difference, my 6”1’ to her 5”7’, her plump, pink lips are so close to mine.
I watch her eyes flick down to my lips and back up again, her tongue darting out to wet her own, and my cock twitches in my pants.
The urge to kiss her right now is so strong.
I lean in slowly, the air around us simmering, the only sound is the heavy thump of my heart in my ears, it’s loud enough I’m surprised Quinn can’t hear it herself. Her eyes slowly drift closed, waiting for me to kiss her, and just as my lips are about to brush hers, I stop.
I can’t do this.
She’s nineteen years old and my fucking student.
Even being this close to her is wrong. I’m sure I’m breaking the rules just by being here as it is.
I step away, putting a safe distance between us and I clear my throat, thrusting my hands into my jacket pockets. My eyes find my feet, then glance down the corridor in an attempt to avoid meeting her gaze, but when I do look up, her eyes are wide and her lips are parted slightly, a deep blush staining her cheeks.
Did she feel that too? Did she want me to kiss her? How far would it have gone if I had?
“I um… I better get going.”
“Oh… okay,” she says quietly, and I notice her shoulders drop a fraction, her eyes falling to the floor, almost in disappointment.
“I’ll see you in class, Quinn.” I give her a half smile before backing away and heading down the corridor. The hairs on the back of my neck standing on end with every step I take, telling me her eyes are still very much on me.
∞∞∞
When I get home, I shrug off my jacket and drape it over the back of the couch, dropping back into the soft leather with a sigh.
“Hey, man,” Logan says as he sits beside me before taking a swig of the beer he’s holding. “Want one?”
“No, I’m good, thanks.” I stare off towards the TV but I’m not paying attention, the only thing on my mind is Quinn.
Jesus, what the hell is that girl doing to me?
I almost fucking kissed my student for crying out loud, and in that moment when her lips were almost touching mine, I didn’t care. I didn’t care that it was wrong, that I was breaking the rules, because those few short inches felt like miles, miles I desperately wanted to close. I want to get lost in her, strip her down and find out all her secrets. Secrets that I’m desperate to uncover.
For the first time in three years, the prospect of kissing another woman, ofwantingsomeone other than my wife didn’t repulse me, didn’t feel as though I was being unfaithful to her, and that thought alone terrifies me.
“I know that look.”
My eyes snap to Logan’s. “What look?”
“The look of a man who’s well and truly fucked,” he smirks.
“That I am…”
“Who is she?”
