He looked so innocent reading his book, almost peaceful. I stopped in the frame, admiring his face. His brows were pulled together in a concentrated manner. His jaw was defined, leading up to his musculine body. I couldn't take my eyes from him unti...
I was deeply in thought about Frost's poem that I was reading when suddenly I felt like someone was watching me. As I looked up I had to swallow. Miss White stood next to the door, her eyes seemed to roam over my body. As a result I took her in. She had opened her hair, which was flowing over her shoulders like golden velveteen, and was wearing an overall in the same colour as my shirt that complimented her body.
Just totally irresistable.. fuck.
I glanced at her face and saw that she still hadn't noticed me starring at her. I chuckled lowly and asked: "Won't you come in?"
Her eyes met mine and she seemed startled:" Eh yeah of course, sorry, I did not want to interrupt you reading".
I just looked at her blankly. How could she think like that of herself? Everyone would crave her company.
"You'd never interrupt me", I responded clearly and hoped that she would believe me. In fact, she could interrupt me whenever she would want to. It wouldn't bother me the slightest.. I switched out of my thoughts when she moved towards me, her gorgeous scent, that had something floral and sweet, filling the room. She didn't say anything to my words. Instead she took the seat across from me and asked with a voice and a look that should be forbidden:
"So.. where do we start, Professor?"
It took every bit of self control that I had not to take her right then and there on the table. "You are here to work seriously and not to fuck a student of yours! Keep it together!", I thought to myself. But it was so hard to control myself when I looked at her. She was so beautiful and so seemed to be her mind. Her essay had blown me away and created this immensely strong desire to get to know her, in every way. But she was a student and I was her professor so we had to keep this professional! I couldn't risk my job or her place at the university in any way. I could do this! I had to.
"Hmm, so I thought that we could start with a little bit of brainstorming. Reasons people might like poetry or why they might not?", I said, trying my hardest to concentrate on the task.
She nodded and we started to collect some arguments.
"As a Professor, I get the impression quite a lot that students don't like poetry because you often have to think about it to find the true meaning behind a text", I added after we've been working for half an hour. But when she tiped it into my laptop I saw how she pulled her brows together just slightly.
"What is it?", I asked without thinking but she just said "Oh, uhm nevermind".
I didn't know what it was but I couldn't let it go. I wanted to know what was on her mind. So I tried again: " No, please, what were you thinking about, Miss White?"
She looked me in the eyes and I saw how she fought with herself until she finally gave in:"Well, I know it's stupid but I just thought that, for me personally, that is something that speaks for poetry. There isn't just one right answer. That makes it more free..."
I seriously couldn't believe what she was saying. She spoke to my soul but it also made me furious that she thought so low of herself.
"Look, I know that it makes no sense. That's why I didn't want to say it. I'm - ", she continued to explain herself but I couldn't help it, I had to interrupt her:
"Miss White. Look at me", I reached for her face and lifted it up so that she looked at me again. "That's not stupid. I agree with you to 100%. I truly believe that this argument can be used from both parties. Please don't question yourself so much. You are a wonderful and highly intelligent woman", I stated and got lost in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'll work on that. It's just...sometimes it's a little bit intimidating when your in a discussion with someone who is clearly more advanced", she replied quietly.
But again I shook my head at her words. I leaned back and looked at her. I couldn't help but smile slightly at her thoughts. She really had no idea how powerful she was, both with her mind and her body..Okay, focus!
"I disagree with you Miss White. Honestly, I think we're on the same level. And if not, than it's the other way around. I can hardly have much more experience than you. We're almost the same age. I've studied but that doesn't mean that I know it all", I countered.
She looked at me and scanned my face. I noticed how she blushed just a little bit and, once again, I wished that I'd know her thoughts.
"How old are you?", she asked.
"28", I replied gently.
"Then you're six years older than me", she stated.
"That hardly makes a difference in anything", I said lowly and my thoughts started to wander. Yes, there were only six years between us. Six years. If we wouldn't have been student and professor there would have been no problem in a relationship..no problem in making her m- stop! But I couldn't think about that! Still, I my eyes remained on hers and I wondeedr if she thought the same..
She was the first to look away and continued the work but I couldn't concentrate anymore. I coughed before I slowly closed the laptop, very aware of the fact that her hand was almost touching mine. I couldn't help but notice the difference to mine. Hers was so tiny, delicate. I almost feared that if I would touch it, I would break it.
"Maybe we should take a little break and just talk..to clear our heads", I broke the silence before I would do something regrettable. The silence between us was killing me and I didn't know how much longer I was able to resist her.
She seemed nervous too. Quickly looking around until her gaze stopped at the book that I had been reading.
"What have you been reading before I came?", she blurted out and I was beyond grateful for this distraction.
"Robert Frost actually, Nothing Gold can stay. You know it?", I answered.
She shook her head and asked: "Would you.. would you read it to me?".
I smiled, nodding: "Of course. Your wish is my command." With that I started reading:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
I felt her gaze on me and a shiver running down my spine.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
As I had finished, I looked up to see her biting her lip, oh god... I looked away, just to look at her again. I couldn't help it. She was breathtaking. I could have simply sat there and stared for hours. However, I already missed her voice.
"What do you think about it?", I murmured, longing to know exactly what was on her mind.
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Chapter 9! How did you like the change of perspective? As always feel free to comment any feedback, would make me really happy :)
