“Are you asking me out?” I asked, my tone sweet.
“No. I’m merely trying to broaden the cinematic knowledge of one of my students.” His expression became serious. “Asking out one of my students would be incredibly unprofessional on my part, and unethical. I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.”
“What if I wanted to be taken advantage of ?” I moved toward him—very slowly, gauging his reaction. He held his breath as I edged closer, until our lips were almost touching. I paused, looking into his eyes, so desperately wanting to feel his lips against mine, but not wanting to step over that boundary without him wanting it equally.
He tilted his head so his lips brushed over mine, the sensation making me dizzy. His hand wandered up to my face, his fingers gently running along my hairline. Then suddenly my lips were crushed up against his with a passion even I wasn’t expecting.
As quickly as it began, he was away from me, his eyes a mixture of lust, regret and confusion. I was a hot mess. My heart was beating out of control, I felt hot and cold and lightheaded. Thank God I was sitting down, or I was sure I’d have ended up fainting.
“I’m sorry, Wrenn. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” I replied. He sat, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, not speaking. “Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked.
He glanced at me, confused. “The movie,” I reminded him.
He exhaled loudly. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Maybe not, but I think we need to talk about this . . . ” He nodded as my voice trailed off.
“I’ll call you.” His voice had softened, as had his expression. His eyes were no longer hard. I nodded, and got out of the car, closing the door. He drove off, and I stood there on the curb, staring until I could no longer see his taillights. Once he was gone, I stepped into my car.
I sat there, trying to digest what had just happened. Kissing him had evoked everything in me. I felt like a hurricane of feelings and emotions had ripped through my body, leaving me a muddled mess inside.
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