I Fell For My Teacher// A Jelena Fan-fiction

chapter nine

•unedited

"love me like you do"

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Selena

The beams of sun to cascade through the curtains outline our bodies. Warming the curves of my own petite silhouette underneath the silk covers. The frosted glass windows isolate my eyes to the city.

The clock read early, dawn has only risen moments ago. Justin's blonde hair falls to the sharp jaw carving his face.

His hazel eyes shut, looking relaxed and calm. The light of his gentle snores bring my lips to curl.

I couldn't help but brush the stray hairs from his face and cuddle closer to his chest. I knew today would bring conversations that have been purposely avoided with no end but guess the tracks cut short somewhere.

My arms rest to his inked chest, muscular and toned in every one of the best aspects.

I couldn't help but desire the sheets to knock to the ground, recalling the adventures of last night vividly. I felt Justin's arms tighten a hold to my body instinctively.

Absorbing his might to protect me, I slip my leg to layer his.

My caramel skin wrapped in his t-shirts and lack of undergarments didn't seem to be something I felt insecure about. Previous to my encounters with Justin, benign in my own skin gaged me.

I wasted in scars that have healed to white lashes in my past. Now I fear the confidence I've gained from these last few months. Wanting nothing more to embrace each moment we have in solitary and plaster a fake reality when public eyes are present.

He stirred carefully in his sleep, my eyes never straying his face. Awaiting the lifting of his lashes and those hazel eyes gracing me.

"Stop staring."

"I'm just observing."

"That's creepy."

"I have to disagree." He chuckles and kisses me.

His body flips and lays on top of mine, the pressure of his muscles don't lay painful as he hovers.

"It's Sunday right?"

I nod as I pull his neck down and weight his body onto mine. Our lips move in a slow sync and I couldn't help but smile into his lips.

I knew the sheet had been kicked off, perhaps accidentally? Yet the kick from his lower areas only heightened my mood.

"Just wait till tonight." He whispers into my lips as my immediate pout triggers once he shifts off me.

His heat and power was removed and left me shivering. He stood without hesitation, not fathoming a fear in his bare exterior.

"I'm going to take a shower, you care to join?" He says over his shoulder as he turns behind the bathroom wall. The shower water strikes on and runs against the tiles.

"Nah, I'm going to for coffee."

He leaves the bathroom and intervenes my path to the closet. His hands swipe the wallet from the dresser and hand me his card. I refuse as I know I have money to my own name, even when he doesn't exactly know I still have money.

He pockets it to my hand and winks before diminishing into the steam. Suiting into a loose pair of boyfriend jeans and a long black coat. My top was tucked in and fitted the outfit casually.