3 comments/ 11609 views/ 4 favorites A Teacher's Love Ch. 01 By: collegechick94 Marah sighed as she looked around her classroom. There was a mob of angry butterflies, no angry wasps, in her gut as she thought about the next day, the first day that she would be a real teacher with a real class. She just said good bye to the last parent of the night of the open house and it was already 8:30 and she had so much to do. She started moving the desks which wore her muscles until they were like noodles. She finished rearranging the room after about an hour, and wanted to collapse on the bean bags in the reading corner. She knew if she were to fulfill her fantasy she would fall asleep and be woken by her class wondering why she was asleep on the bean bags, and why she was still where what she wore to the open house. She smiled at the prospect, thinking how funny that would be, and then cringes, thinking how horrible that would be. She put up some posters and organized her desk and realized that she was finally done. She walked into the middle of the room and sighed, a sigh of relief and a sigh that was full of tension. From down the hall she hear music, it was faint, but she knew exactly what it was, and it flung her head first into a flashback of her days as a college intern. Her directing teacher was a young, inspiring, outgoing and sexy third year teacher. He taught the third grade, and loved it, anyone could see. Daniel McKnight, her heart beat just thinking about him, his dark brown hair and his hazel eyes. She loved how he kept his facial hair not bushy, but not shaven. It was somewhere in-between. He was welcoming and sweet and always made her feel as though she was his colleague; all the other teachers looked down at her, where he always looked at her level, with those warm inviting eyes. One evening they were working on some lesson plans and all of the students were gone, and they were alone in the room, most likely in the school. The campus was dead quiet and she was growing stir crazy about the lesson plan she was working on, ready to start pulling my hair out. It was about two months into her internship, and they had gotten to know each other very well. She was about to her wits end about the damn lesson plans and ways to differentiate the instruction, a section required in her lesson plans. Out of the blue he started to play music, this was okay with her, and it calmed her down. She didn't even notice that he had walked across the class to where she sat on the reading carpet sprawled out and surrounded by papers on engagement strategies and instructional sequences and blah blah blah. He snickered at her with her legs extended in front of her, like a litter girl playing with toys. Her hair had funny lumps and kinks that made it clear to him that she may have tried to actually pull her hair out. She looked up at the sound of his laughing and rolled her eyes. He had loosened his tie and his hair had evidence of frustrating fingers running through it, except this made him inexplicably, unbearably irresistible. He held out his hand and implied that he should take it. She sighed and took his hand not totally reluctant. He helped her up, trying to dodge all of the papers and led her into the middle of the classroom. He pushed all of the desks to the side, opening a space that was rather large considering the actual size of the classroom. He twirled her around and caught her, bringing him into his body. He much bigger than he appeared to be, his muscles were firm and warm wrapped around her. Her heartbeat pounded away the troubles that were eating her up inside. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, it wasn't until that moment that she realized how tired she was. Swaying slowly to some good old Frank Sinatra, he held her close and steadily took on the weight that she was leaning on him. She was exhausted and he knew it. "You know, sleep is an important component of instruction, it isn't all about lesson plan and teaching" he said with a sarcastic tease. She smiled and looked into his eyes. She could feel the bags under her eyes, she felt like the bags were weighing down her heart and spirits. "That doesn't help anything, I have to finish this stupid lesson plan for my stupid instructor, or he will have my head" she said. She looked toward the piles of papers and gave a resigned, depressed sigh. All of a sudden, tears began to well up in her eyes. She could feel her chest constricting and the wave of overwhelming stress and panic washed over me. He could feel this and spun her so that she was facing the other wall. Cupping her face in his big manly hand, he wiped away her tears. "It's just too much" she whispered. He smiled and nodded, "Yes it is a lot, but it is worth it. I have seen you with these kids and you care, you love what you do, and technically you aren't doing it yet. You have a fire in you that I haven't seen in somebody, well since me," he smiled his cockiest smile and continued, "don't you dare give up when you have come this far. If you keep on going you will be teaching next fall, that is in a mere six months." He smiled and tipped her head up so that he could see her whole beautiful face. No matter how tired she was, or how many tears were in her eyes he always loved admiring the contours of her face, the square jaw bone, and the little button nose, and his favorite, the plush, red, juicy lips. All professionalism and ethics codes left his mind as his mind jumped to the prospect of kissing those soft, luscious lips. His heart beat out, but not as hard, or as fast as hers. She was young and naïve, but she knew what she wanted, and it had something to do with the warm inviting eyes. She stood on her tippy toes in order to be at eye level and he leaned in. He placed his hand behind her head and pulled her into his lips. The kiss was soft, yet powerful. Electricity sparked between them as they inhaled and exhaled together feeling the other's rhythm. Pretty soon they were lost to all reason, her hands running down his button up shirt, unbuttoning as she goes. He impatiently unbuttons her cardigan and accidently rips off a button in the process. Pulling off his shirt she is pleasantly surprised by the tone and strength in his upper body. Focusing back on his lips she heats up the intensity of the kiss by opening her mouth, oh so slightly and he jumps at the opportunity. Our tongues playing tag in the small a confine of our mouths is enough to drive her up the wall. During this kiss he lifts up her lace trimmed camisole, leaving her standing there with her skirt on and her bra. They stand there both half naked and panting. He brings her in for another kiss, but this time he was tender and soft. He drifted down her neck, making a quick detour to nibble on her earlobe before continuing on down her neck stopping at her collar bone and ran his hands up her arms and slipped her bra straps down and reaches behind her and quickly unclasped her bra leaving her breasts exposed and sensitive. His eyes travel up to meet hers. He swiftly picks her up by her legs and supports her by holding her just under her bottom for the short trip to the nearest desk cluster. He sets her down carefully and begins to kiss her neck again, traveling down until her reaches her sensitive erect nipple. She wraps her legs around his body and pulls him in even closer. Gently guiding her down until she is laying on her back he continues to kiss, suck and caress her exposed breasts. He ran his hands so that they rested on her thighs and slips her skirt up. Her heart beat so fast, it hurt. Then slap, her reasoning, no doubt delayed by her sleep deprivation, came back and kicked her in the ass for letting her guard down. As he leaned in she stopped the kiss by putting her hand on his chest and closed her eyes. She sat up and put her forehead against his chest. "We can't, I am your intern, and I am not thinking straight," she looks at him and his eyes are forgiving and loving. "I am sorry..." she started to say, but he put his finger to her lip and smiles. She kisses his finger and slides off the table, puts her cloths back on and gathers her things. They walk out together. Just before they part ways, she pulls him in for a warm embrace and then walked away. For the rest of her internship they worked more like a team, he never looked at her like they almost had hot, wild sex. Then they parted ways for what seemed like forever, they did not know when they would see each other again, or if they would, and this made him want to puke, and made her wish she had not stopped him that night. Spinning back to the present with the music growing louder and her heart gave a flurry. I started to spin in place, lifting the skirt of my dress rise with the motion of the spin. I begin to feel dizzy and so I slow to a slow twirl, and lose balance and topple to the ground. I hear a quiet snort behind me and look up to a familiar face. A Teacher's Love Ch. 02 "You are just as beautiful as I remember, but twice as clumsy," he teased with that familiar cocky smile. She laughed as she accepted the hand that he extended. He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his manly, warm arms around her and tightened his grip around her petite body. He squeezed all of the air out of her until she let out squeal. He let her out of the embrace and she backed up just enough to see him. She hadn't seen him for over a year and both of them had changed a great amount. He had a more chiseled fact, but his beard still had its boy like quality, not fully grown, yet not shaved. She had lost a lot of weight, admittedly, that had something to do with her two broken ribs that still have not completely healed. She stepped back and held her arms out to her sides and asked, "So what do you think? It's not much, but I call it home..." she smiled her irresistible smile and spun around. He smiled and pulled her in to a second hug, this one much gentler. "I can't believe how much I missed you, when you left I had a hole in my stomach the size of Texas." He said with something in his voice, as though someone was really drilling a crater in his stomach, like real pain. She looked up and this only confirmed what she dreaded, that she had caused him pain. This was a very uncomfortable feeling for her, she was so used to being the recipient of the pain, and she did not like being the messenger. "I missed you every day that you weren't in my classroom..." he began to say with pain in his eyes and voice. She looked down, almost in shame at the thought of causing him pain. "But to see you here, well I guess that is an improvement," he said with a warm smile on his face. They were swaying to the music that he had started. She stepped back and took his hand. Weaving her fingers so they were entwined in his, she led him out of her classroom, grabbing her purse and turning off the lights on the way out the door. She was not sure what her plan was, but she did not want just to have sex, she wanted a relationship, not someone who just says that they want to be with her, then suddenly forgets it when she tells him "no". He pulls her in the direction of his truck, it was a big four by four, it was lifted about six inches, and he had to help her up into the cab. He climbed in the other side and started the engine. The roar of the engine sent a shiver up her spine. He smiled as they pulled out. He drove them to a local sports bar, and they sat in a back booth, separated from the loud group watching a football game. They ordered some hot wings and he ordered them beer. She didn't like drinking beer, she liked the taste but the image of a refined, sophisticated woman like her drinking beer took away from that sophisticated look. He laughed as she awkwardly sipped her beer. "You really need to let go, drink some beer and let your hair down" as he said this he reached behind her neck and unclipped the clip that was holding her hair firmly in place. She blushed and looked at his beautiful, kind, loving eyes. "What happened? Where were you for that year you weren't teaching after your graduation?" he asked with true concern. She looked down at the table as a wave of emotion came through her chest. "Well, I graduated and fell in love" she said with a grimace, not a smile, she was not happy about it; she was ashamed of how easily she left her guard down. He raised his eyebrows. "Really," he said, "Where is he now?" he asked with the slightest bit of jealousy. She smiled at the thought that he was jealous. "He graduated the same time as me, with a degree in business. He was sweet and loving, but he also loved to drink and party, a lot. He went through stages when he was wasted, first he would be funny, and the kind of guy you want to be around, the life of the party. But by the time the party was over and it was just him and I cleaning up, he was an angry, resentful drunk. Well I could never tell when the transition happened and one too many sarcastic comments; well let's say he snapped fast. The first time it happened I was completely unprepared and he slapped me right across the face," she put her hand on the left side of her face, she could almost feel the heat, as if he had just done it. "After that I kept my distance. One night we were alone, and he had just come home from 'having a drink' with friends. We were sitting on the couch and he started to feel me up. I was tired and didn't feel like dealing with him. I pulled away and he didn't like that, he pulled me down and tried to force himself on me. I pushed away and tried to run for the door, but it was locked and I had trouble fumbling with the handle. He caught me before I could open the door and bolt; he caught me and threw me with all of his strength. I saw the hate in his eyes, and then I hit a doorway and slammed to the floor. The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor with a searing pain in my side. I got my purse and car keys and left. I never looked back. I had two broken ribs and a mild concussion, I stayed at my girlfriend's house until I could stand on my own, and that wasn't until now." Tears rolled down her face, the memory had made her side hurt, as well as her heart. He looked at her as though she was broken. He scooted in next to her and wiped her tears away. She rested her head on his chest. Thinking back to that night in his classroom, he verbalized what she was thinking, "I wish that you didn't stop me, I wish that we didn't lose a year," he held her tighter, "I wish that that bastard never laid a hand on you," the hate in his voice made the tears stream down even more. He paid for the drinks and the wings and led her to his truck, lifting her into the cab of the truck. She felt the full strength of her fatigue hit her like a train, it was almost midnight and school started at eight thirty, and she had to be to the school by seven. As soon as he had her strapped in she was gone, she didn't even get to hear the engine fire up. He pulled into his driveway and turned to look at her calm, yet somehow he saw a shadow on her face, like something was haunting her, and he knew what. He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. He carried her up to the door and unlocked the door and carried her to his bedroom and gently laid her down on his big bed. He sat there watching her chest rise and fall, and wondered how anybody could lay a hateful hand and on this beautiful, innocent, loyal, loving creature. He tucked her in and set an alarm for her to get up to. He took his pajama pants and went down stairs to the couch. It didn't take him long to fall asleep. A Teacher's Love Ch. 03 She woke up at the sound of the obnoxious buzzing sound of Daniel's alarm. She hit buttons on the alarm groggily until the buzzing stopped. She was fully dressed and in the same condition she was in last night, except for the atrocity that was her hair. She smelled the intoxicating fumes of breakfast that were wafting in the air. She walked to the kitchen and found Daniel standing at the stove cooking some eggs and bacon, shirtless. She could see the tight muscles in his back and loved how his tan skin stretched tight over his muscles. She walked in and he turned around. His dark hair had irregular curls and with a quick look in the living room it was easy to deduce that he slept on the couch. She walked to him and he wrapped her in his big, warm embrace. He kissed the top of her head, and then rested his hands on her sides. He felt where the broken ribs were and closed his eyes. She cupped her hand around his face and kissed him. They sat down to eat and didn't talk much. She was too busy thinking about the next eight hours, her first day as a teacher, too really commit to any quality conversation. They finished breakfast and he drove her home. He was already dressed and ready for school when they left his house so that when he drove her to the school he could go straight to work. She opened the door to her small apartment. It was enough to live, not extravagant in any way, yet she loved it here. It was the first apartment that she could call hers, all hers and she took pride in that. He walked in and sat on the couch as she got ready for work. She stepped out in a beautiful colorful dress that was scoop neck and highlighted her collarbone. "How do I look?" she asked and he stood up and walked toward her. Their lips met, it was soft and tender. He moved his lips don her neck and rested on her collar bone. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She winced, pain radiated all throughout her body, starting at her lift side ribs. He put her down, "I am sorry, I guess I got swept away, you are so unbelievably beautiful, are you okay?" "I am fine, it just hurt a little, that is all," she said and grabbed her bags and books, ready for the day before her. They climbed into his truck and they were off to school. The fluttering of butterflies started in her stomach as they pulled into the parking lot. He got out and started walking towards the school until he realized that Marah was not walking beside him. He looks back and smiles at the image before him. Marah was sitting in his truck staring at the school with an expression of terror on her face. He walked back to the truck opened her door and took her hand. She looked at him and took in a shuttering breathe. "Marah, I know you are nervous, but you will be fine! Just take the day step by step, ok," he said. Her muscles relaxed, and she started to slide out of the truck. Her legs barely supported her weight, but Daniel was there to support her. He walked her to her classroom and kissed her one last time, leaving her to her own devices. Eight thirty rolled around faster than she had expected and her class of second graders started coming in and sitting at their desks. She took a deep breath and stood up and silenced the classroom. From that moment on the day flew by so fast. The kids were funny and smart and so sweet. She finally felt like she was a teacher. At the end of the day she put her music on and started dancing around the room, picking up crayons, pencils and papers off the floor. She felt elated, happy excited, almost giddy. Daniel laughs and leans in the doorway just looking at her. She was so funny and quirky, he stepped in and surprised her, "I guess it was a good day." As an answer, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on his feet and he guided her around the room. "I am going to take you for a drink young lady," he said. "I actually am going out with some of the other teachers to celebrate the first day, you can tag along, but all there will be is a bunch of 'young ladies' laughing and talking, I am sorry, I should have asked you if you wanted to do something first," she said hoping he wouldn't be mad. He sighed then wrapped his arms around her and said, "That's fine, as long as you promise to celebrate with me on Friday." She smiled and looked up at him, "Sounds like a deal my friend," she responded. Wrapping his arm a little lower so that he gently cupped her butt and gave it a little squeeze, "I hope we are much more than friends" he said in his most seductive voice. She gave out a little moan and kissed his neck, where she could feel his hot pulse. Just then her phone rang and they had to detach. She answered it and then started grabbing her things. "That's the other girls, I've got to go, and I'll see you later alligator" she said in a high pitched tone. Her heart beat so fast and she felt a throbbing that was a little further south. She grabbed her bags and headed for the door. "In a while crocodile," He responded in a sing-song tone. She drove to the bar a d sat down at the table with all of the other teachers and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. There were about ten of teachers in the group, but they were the loudest group in the whole place. Laughing and drinking and some of them sang for the karaoke croud. Jenifer, who also taught second grade leaned and whispered into Marah's ear, "Professor Hottie is giving you the eye, and damn he is hot!!" Marah laughed as she slyly looked over her shoulder and gave a little gasp as Daniels eyes met hers. She gave a satisfied smirk and looked back at the table. "Who is he, do you know him?" Jenifer asked with a giggle in her voice. "Yeah I do, he works at the school, he teaches sixth grade," she answered with the slightest blush on her beautiful, pail face. "Well I think that you may get to see more of him than any of the rest of us can even imagine, which is just too bad for the rest of us!" Jen said to the table, which stirred a deafening laughter from the rest of the table. "I think that you have a very rare opportunity here," said Margret, an older teacher who taught the fourth grade, "You have the opportunity to drive him crazy! This is when you will see how much he likes you, or loves you!" she continued, which just caused Marah to blush, and the entire table to look back at Daniel again, who raised his glass to them. "How am I going to do that?" I asked with little experience of any relationships behind me. In response to my inquiry, Jenifer sprung out of her chair and went up to a group of guys with a big smile on her face. She hurriedly talked to them and pointed back at the table, and Marah had a pretty good feeling that she would not like what came next. Jenifer came back to the table with a mischievous smile on her face. "Mission accomplished," she said in a proud tone. A few minutes later one of the men from the groups came up to the table and asked if Marah wanted to dance. Marah gave Jenifer a dirty look, but accepted his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. He took her into his arms, but it didn't feel right. He was more firm, less loving, and almost pushy. He held her tight and led too domineeringly. Luckily she only had to endure a few minutes of this uncomfortable dancing when someone tapped her dance partner, John, on the shoulder. John pulled away and I saw Daniel there, asking if he could dance with me. John must have been uncomfortable too, because he didn't hesitate, or fight back. Once Daniel took her body into his, wrapping his arm around her waist, she felt, more whole, more comfortable. They swayed to the music and she rested her head on his chest. "I thought you were just coming her to have drinks with your friends, I don't remember you mentioning dancing with horny douche bags," Daniels words felt like sand paper against her heart, yet it was slightly satisfying to hear the jealousy in his voice. "Are you really jealous, I was just dancing I didn't even like it," she reassured him. "No I am not jealous, I was just confused as to your motives," he said with a cocky smirk on his face, "what didn't you like about dancing with him; he seemed to find it pleasurable enough." "My motive here, was to blow off steam with some coworkers, and I didn't like it because, he was too demanding. He led too much, it wasn't warm," she said. He wrapped his arms tighter, "Is this warm enough for you? Because I didn't like seeing you dancing with him, it drove me up the wall thinking that ..." his voice broke and he didn't continue. "Would you believe me if I said that driving you up the wall may have been part of my motive?" she asked in her most seductive voice. "I had a feeling, with all that giggling, and just know that I intend to return the favor," He said in a very light, yet firm voice. "Oh? And tell me how you plan on doing that?" she asked peering up at him. "Well let's just say that you are not going to get much closer than this until at least Friday, but by the time Friday rolls around you are going to be begging to get me naked," he said lowering the hand that rested on her waist down so it rested on her bottom. Her heart raced and she had a funny feeling that his prediction was correct. When it was time to leave, Daniel led her to her car. Upon arrival he took her arm, stopping her from getting into her car, pulling her out and leaning in for a kiss. She did not resist and began to kiss him back. She opened her mouth just a little and he jumped on the opportunity. Their tongues were rolling over each other's and it was soft, yet passionate, yet at the same time it was almost desperate and needy. His hands ran all over her body caressing the curve between her hips and her rib cage, then traveling down to her hips. She raised her hips off the side of her car and he wrapped his hands around her butt caressing her soft, sensitive cheeks. Her heart beat harder and harder, the throbbing between her legs raced, then all of a sudden he detached, leaving her hot, needy and wet. He gave her one last cocky smile and got in his truck, started the engine and revved the accelerator, knowing that this would put her even more on edge. She gave out a moan and tried to calm herself, she started her car with shaking hands and preceded home with her heart beating so hard, she couldn't even hear the car radio. She opened her door and took her shower still so very hot and still soaking wet. She went to bed with one thought reverberating in her head, "...by the time Friday rolls around you are going to be begging to get me naked" he words made her so hot. She didn't know if she looked forward to the upcoming torture or dreaded it. A Teacher's Love Ch. 04 The rest of the week flew by, the kids were great, and Daniel had been slowly tempting Marah with sly kisses and seductive words every now and then. On Wednesday Marah decided that she had the opportunity to drive him as crazy as he was driving her. On her lunch break she snuck in to his room. He was sitting at his desk holding his head up; he looked as though he hadn't slept since their last meeting by her car on Monday. She went up behind him and kissed him on the neck and traveled up to gently nibble his earlobe. He smiled and looked up at her. He turned around and pulled her into his lap. Taking the back of her neck and pulling her into his kiss. "What's wrong?" She asked in a concerned tone. "Well I haven't been able to sleep, thinking that, come Friday you will be next to me when I wake up," he said pointing his tired, sexy eyes at her, as he ran his fingers up and down her arms. Mhmmm she moaned at the thought of all of the things that they would do on Friday. She bent over again and kissed him deeply, their tongue rolling over one another's, then the bell rang and they sprang apart. She smiled at him and wiped away the lingering lipstick just under his bottom lip, and walked back to her room. As she walked to her car at the end of the day, she noticed his big four by four sitting in a parking spot, about one hundred yards from her small four door sedan. She smiled and decided to turn back and head purposefully to his room. As she expected there he was, asleep with his head on the keyboard of his computer. She took his brief case and gathered all the important looking papers and shoved them in the case. She knew that he wouldn't be doing any work tonight, but she knew that it wouldn't hurt. She gently stroked his arm, bringing him to jump awake. Standing up he support him by putting her body under his and they walked slowly and clumsily back to her car. She pulled into her apartment complex and ran into her bedroom to get some cloths for the next day. She came back out and he was still just as asleep as he was when she left. She drove to his house and supported him as they walked to the door. She started to fumble in his pockets for the keys and he began to laugh. "I knew you wanted to get in my pants," he said in a groggy voice as she fished the keys from his right pocket and opened the door. She smiled as they stumbled to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed and he started to fumble with his shirt and undid his belt. She laughed and helped him unbutton his shirt while he let his pants drop to the floor. It didn't take her long to fully unbutton his shirt and slip it off. He sat there shirtless with just his boxer shorts on and his eyes fighting to stay open. She took her shirt off and slipped her pants off. She kissed him and slowly guided him down to the pillow, and just like that, he was gone, asleep, of to slumber land. She smiled and slipped under the covers next to him. She was very tired and it didn't take her long to dose off to sleep, resting her hand on his firm chest. At five in the morning they were both aroused by the stupid buzzing of his damn alarm clock. He slapped it quiet and rolled over on his side to face her. She had already closed her eyes, begging her mind to let her sleep for just another couple minutes. He smiled and stroked her face, following the curves of her cheeks, up, across, and down, following the straight line of her nose and finally circled her lips, feeling the soft, yet succulent skin of her soft pink lips. She opened her eyes slowly and he leaned in for a kiss. She found herself very conscience of the fact that she was in her cotton panties and a plain lace bra. She laughed at her shyness when she thought of the fact that he was laying there in nothing but his plaid boxers. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her towards him so that her hips hit his hips and she could feel him under the sheets. They kissed passionately and he slowly rolled on top of hers and her hands were exploring every contour of his muscular body. He worked her legs apart and slip in between her legs so that his morning arousal was right up against her panties. Her heart soared and she gave out a little moan, think of how they were separated by only the thin fabrics of their underwear. He lowered her lips on top of hers, and then moved south, kissing her neck, collar bone and soon he was at the top of her breasts. He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her, throwing it from the bed. He looked at her breasts as though he was a man who was about to lose his eyesight and wanted to memorize every detail about her. He lowered her head and kissed the skin between her breasts and then moved to one and enveloped her erect nipple, sucking and licking, and oh so gently nibbling. She moaned, feeling the wetness spread down her thighs. She arched her back pushing her breasts towards the roof. He ran his hands down her body, looped around her belly button and then back down to her white cotton panties. He pushed his hand under the waistline feeling how hot and wet she was. She gasped breathlessly at the feel of his firm, hot hands. His fingers slid in between her lips and felt her clit, pushing it from side to side. Her pulse, along with her breathing increased and she began to spasm uncontrollably. She hated the feeling of losing control of her body and began to withdraw from his embrace. He looked up in confusion and at the same time understanding. How could she ever enjoy having sex after what she went through over the past year? That asshole abused her physically, and with a body like hers, Daniel guessed that she was abused verbally and sexually. He smiled at her, kissed her forehead and slid out from between her legs. "I'm sorry," he said, cupping her face in his hand. She smiled and kissing him and slid out from under the covers. She slid her underwear off and stepped into the shower. She was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when she was surprised by the sight of him climbing in next to her. He ran his hands through her hair and applied the conditioner, massaging it into her scalp. She felt tingles running up and down her spine at the amazing massage that he was giving her. He took the hand held faucet and rinsed the conditioner out her hair while keeping a solid, continuous eye on her. She took the sponge and started to run the set sponge over the muscles of his chest and his arms. He smiled as she began to lather his soapy hair and give him a scalp massage. They get out of the shower all hot and sweaty and begin to dry off and get ready for work. She was brushing her hair without really paying attention when he took the brush from her and began to brush her long, dark beautiful hair down her back. What blew her mind was that he began to French braid it down her back and tied it at the bottom. He smiled at his craftsmanship and looked in the mirror just to find her staring at him in amazement. "Where did you learn to do that?" she said with a smile on her beautiful mouth. "I am a man of many talents my beauty," he said simply, then kissed her on the cheek and went to get dressed. She slipped into her dress and put on her shoes and walked out to the kitchen where he was waiting with a to-go cup of delicious hot coffee for her. She grabbed it and kissed him on the cheek, just as softly as he had earlier. They got into her car and were off to school the day was uneventful, she was still trying to get a routine down in her new classroom, but all she could think about was tomorrow. Was she ready for them to really sleep together? This morning was just as good of day as any, but this morning her body wouldn't let her lose control. What if it betrayed her again tomorrow night too, her heart wanted it, her brain wanted it but her body was still healing from Logan, the asshole that made her fall in love a year ago. Little did she know that he had a plan for her. He was already gone by the time she headed to the parking lot and so she started her car and drove to her apartment. She did some grading and reports, then took a shower. She couldn't get Daniel out of her mind. She dreamt of him, she thought about him all throughout the day, she even used his name during examples of math problems, "Daniel had four apples, but then ate two of them, so how many apples does Daniel have now?" She went to sleep that night with a smile on her face, excited about tomorrow, just to spend time with him would satisfy her.