I'm In Love With My Teacher. And He's A Vampire? (On hold)

When I woke up this morning, everything felt weird, but in a good way. If that makes sense. My bed seemed warmer and more comfy. The air felt lighter and cleaner. I felt safe. Not that my air isn't light and clean, and not that I don't feel safe in my house. Everything just felt a little bit better then usual. I noticed it. Which is saying something because usually in the morning, the house could be on fire and I wouldn't notice.

I slowly and tiredly opened up my eyes and looked around the room. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't in my bedroom. This room was waaay cleaner then my room. It smelt better too, not that my room smells bad. I felt something across my waist. I looked down to find a strong tan arm draped across me. A warm hand rested on my stomach and I felt somebody's hot breath on my neck. I froze. Oh yeah, I slept over at Mr. Dalmar's house. But that means....oh my gosh. He has his arm around me.

I turned around in his arms and looked at his face. He looked content and peaceful. He kind of looked like a child when he was sleeping. So peaceful and unharmful. I took my time analyzing his features. I realized he actually had amazing skin. Blemish free and very soft. Because he had his eyes closed I got a good look at his eyelashes. They were thick and black. Any girl would die for eyelashes like that. He has the perfect nose. A very strong jaw line that I love. And his lips. His full but not famine lips. That looked so soft and warm. I bet he could use them very well.

He started moving a little so I froze in his arms, afraid that I might have woken him. Thankfully I didn't. After a few moments of him moving, he just snuggled his warm face into my shoulder and pulled me just a little bit closer. As nice as this was. And it was VERY nice. I thought I should leave before he wakes up and realizes who he is actually snuggling. I took one last longing glance at his perfect face and turned back around in his amazingly strong arms.

I tried to lift his arm off of me but it didn't budge. I tried a few more times and nothing happened. Uh, god. Giving up on trying to get his arm off of me, I started trying to shimmy my way out of his grip. I tried to do it quietly and slowly, so I didn't wake him up. I was almost out of his grip. Then his arm tightened and he pulled me back to him. He nuzzled his face into my neck and breathed in. My heart stuttered in my chest. That gesture seemed really intimate and it made the butterflies in my stomach return.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled into my neck. I could feel his lips moving on my skin as he spoke and the way that felt sent shivers down my spine. 

"I j-just. I was g-going to uh, to get out of bed. Um, i-if you don't m-mind me asking.. w-why are you in t-this bed. You uh, y-you usually sleep on the couch when I'm h-here." I stuttered. Being this close to him made me feel giddy, nervous and excited all at once. I felt his lips pull up a little bit. I had to hold in a content sigh. That felt nice.

"I got cold. Plus, my bed is comfier then the couch." He whispered and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes, trying to remember how to breathe. My mind was pulling to opposite directions. One direction was saying "Get out of this bed! You have a boyfriend and this man is your teacher!" But the other part of me was saying "Just lean your head back farther and let him explore your neck with those god like lips of his." As bad as it sounds, I wanted to go with the second option more.

"Um, I c-could've slept on t-the couch. I wouldn't m-mind." I can't seem to think straight or talk without shuttering when I'm close to him. Why doesn't this happen with Adwin? He's my boyfriend. The guilt feeling erupted back into my stomach once an image of my faithful boyfriend entered my fogged up mind. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be happening, especially with my teacher! This is wrong on so many levels, but oh so right.

He chuckled deeply and it sent my heart into a frenzy. "You may not mind that but I do. You're my guest. You don't sleep on the couch. I want you in my bed." My eyes flashed open and my breath caught. My heart froze for a second and then started up back again.. faster then before. I want you in my bed. He just said he wants me in his bed. Those simple six words made my mind even more fogged up then before. I want you in my bed. I want you in my bed. I want you in my bed. Believe me, I want to be there too. Well I already am, but you get what I'm saying.