Deep down I know he’s right. At some point I’m going to have to face this head on, and work out what the fuck I’m going to do.
∞∞∞
I’m sitting in my office, drowning in an endless sea of paperwork when there’s a knock at my door.
“Come in!” I call to whoever is standing on the other side. The door opens slowly, squeaking on its hinges and I glance up to find Quinn standing just inside the doorway, shifting awkwardly on her feet.
“Hi, sorry to interrupt.”
“No, it’s alright, come on in,” I say. She drops her bag onto the ground and takes a seat in the chairs on the opposite side of my desk. “What can I do for you, Quinn?”
She remains silent for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as if she’s trying to find the right words to say but doesn’t know how to. “I’m sorry… I… I don’t know why I came here, I’m sorry.” She stands from her seat, picks her bag back up and turns for the door.
I jump up from my seat and follow her. Just as she begins to twist the door handle, I press my hand flat against it, keeping it closed, my front just brushing her back. “Quinn, you came to see me for a reason, so what is it? Something’s clearly bothering you.”
She twists her body around to face me, and her eyes find mine, staring up at me as she presses back against the door.
She doesn’t say anything.
“What is it?” I ask again, almost in a whisper.
Before my brain can register what’s happening, her lips are on me. Her kiss is soft and light as they brush against mine ever so slightly, as if she’s testing the waters, gauging my reaction and what I’ll do.
But I don’t react.
I’m frozen on the spot, not because this isn’t exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for the past few weeks, but because she caught me by surprise.
She begins to pull back, and the loss of her lips is instant, so I do the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and crash my mouth onto hers. A gasp escapes her parted lips as I deepen the kiss, my tongue skimming across the seam of her lips before slowly slipping into her mouth.
I devour her, andfuckdoes she taste good. Not how I imagined at all.
So. Much. Better.
My fingers lace into her hair as my free arm hooks around her waist, pulling her into my body. Her hand reaches up to cup the side of my neck as the other fists my shirt, pulling me closer, holding me to her as I press her further into door, caging her in.
I’m so lost in the kiss, lost in her, drunk on the feeling of her lips on mine that I forget where I am, the world around us disappearing.
My hand trails down to her thigh which I lift up and hook around my hip as I lean my body into hers even further. There’s not a millimetre of space between us, our bodies pressed up tight, so tight I’m sure she can feel my hard-on against her lower stomach as I rock my body against hers.
She moans against my mouth and my mind kicks back into reality.
What the fuck am I doing?
I’m kissing my fucking student in my office in the middle of the day.
I tear my lips from hers and pull back, releasing her from my grip. “Shit.” I run a hand through my hair, stepping back to put space between us. “Fuck…”
I’m so stupid.
She stares at me, her chest heaving and her eyes wide with shock. “I… I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She reaches up, her fingers dusting over her swollen lips.
“No, I should be the one who’s sorry, Quinn. I shouldn’t have let it go that far. It was highly unprofessional of me.”
“But I kissed you first,” she protests.
“And it can never happen again. This was a mistake.” Her gaze drops to her feet, clearly disappointed at my words. “Quinn, promise me that what happened here goes no further. It can’t.”
She nods while continuing to stare at her feet. “I understand.”
