Chapter 20: Tinted windows

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🖋Your eyes stole all my words away - d.j🖋

Niara's POV:

My heart was racing, my palms where clammy and I had about ten minutes left before Mr. Do- killian shows up.

Normally I wouldn't freak out as much but it would be the first time seeing him since... you know.

I internally screamed.

Out of excitement and out of anxiety.

I spent like an hour trying to pick an outfit last night.. I mean what am I supposed to wear. Am I supposed to dress up? dress casual?

In the end I decided on a mix of both. I chose a white collared shirt, a black vest, and a black skirt. I also tied it off with a chunky white headband.

 I also tied it off with a chunky white headband

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I think I chose a pretty cute outfit.. I hope it doesn't look like I tried too hard.

I barely did any makeup, just mascara. I don't usually do a lot of makeup unless I'm going to a party or going out with Jackie.

Speaking of Jackie she know what me and Killian did.. should I tell her? she'd probably freak out to be honest. She always says I'm too innocent for my own good.

I'm not even that innocent, sure I haven't kissed anyone yet- wait. I haven't kissed anyone yet...

Killian didn't kiss me when we where doing that. Aren't people usually supposed too?

A knock on my bedroom door shook me out of my thoughts.

He's here.

I jump up from my chair and make my way towards the door, hesitantly I reach for the doorknob and open it.

Pulling open the door I feel myself gulp as the familiar tall man appears in from of me.

"Go-good morning sir" I stuttered out nervously.

Niara you idiot stop stuttering!

"Good morning princess" he says with a smile that sends butterflies swarming in my stomach.

I step aside so he can enter the room.

I scanned him over. He had his usual intimidating, attractive, and powerful aura. But something was bit different, he seemed softer in a way.

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