IAN’s POV:“I had a really good time tonight,” Erica Diaz purred and batted her eyelashes at me.“Yeah, me too,” I replied shortly.It wasn’t a lie. I was driving her home after our dinner date, she picked this Italian place and the food was decent. Conversation with her was decent too, and she was easy on the eyes. She’s got a nice ass and a nice set of rack, and a pretty face to match.She kept mentioning how she’d been single for the past six months. Clearly, she was hungry for some. If this was me a month ago, I wouldn’t think twice about throwing her sexy ass on the bed and giving her what she wants.But after that night at the bar, that crazy whirlwind night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Emma. She was all I wanted. Anyone else was just… a distraction.I couldn’t forget the way she moved and the way she teased. How warm and wet she was when she was wrapped around me. God, just the thought of her was enough to get me all worked up again like some horny motherfucker.“This is me,
EMMA’s POV:“Emma?”Mr. Hayes’ voice kept ringing in my ears and I was rendered mute. My brain and body were too tired from the party that I thought I was sleepwalking.“Mr. Hayes…?” my small voice croaked as I squinted my eyes to get a better look at him.“What are you doing here?” Mr. Hayes’ tone was serious and demanding.“I’m… walking home,” I replied casually.He looked at me up and down, and somehow he looked pissed off… or worried?“Get in, I’ll give you a ride,” he said in a commanding voice.I was honestly glad that someone was willing to offer me a ride home. After telling Ryan that I needed some time alone, I went back to the party to look for my friends, but they weren’t anywhere to be found. After failing to reach them on their phones, I gave up and decided to walk home. I actually thought six miles was a walk-able distance.But then again, if I got into a car with Mr. Hayes, it would just be super awkward and terribly weird. So I quickly shook my head at him.“No thanks,
EMMA’s POV:Damn you, Mr. Hayes! Damn you and your charming good looks and your piercing brown eyes and your delicious kisses. Damn you!All weekend long I was haunted by thoughts of Mr. Hayes and our car ride together. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell my two best friends about it. If only I could discuss the situation and talk my feelings out with them, I wouldn’t be so tortured.I met up with Tiff and Carrie the day after the party. It was Saturday afternoon and we were getting food at the mall. They were filling me in on things that I missed out on while I was on the second floor master bedroom playing seven minutes in heaven. And then I told them about my make-out sessions with Ryan, and how I wasn’t ready for anything too serious.They thought it was because I haven’t moved on from Zach. But the truth was, I couldn’t move on from Mr. Hayes.I didn’t say anything, though. I let them think what they think. I didn’t want to get Mr. Hayes in trouble and I didn’t want to jinx a
IAN’s POV:I wished I could wrap her in my arms.Emma was so upset that day, barging into my classroom and asking me if I had slept with Erica. She had no care in the world that we were inside the fucking school building.What would have happened if someone had heard us?If we were anywhere else in the world, I would have put her in my arms in a heartbeat. If I was anyone but her teacher, I would have hold her tight, kiss her forehead, and tell her that with Erica it all meant nothing. I only went for Erica because I couldn’t get to her. And the only thing that mattered to me was her.I wished I could stop those tears from falling, but I couldn't.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Several days had passed since then, and Emma could never look at me in the eyes again. Even during art class, she’d always look away and pretend she was listening, but I knew she was trying to tune me out.I could be an asshole and call her out, but I didn’t want to. I k
EMMA’s POV:“Little Mermaid, Cinderella, or Princess Jasmine? Go ahead, pick one,”Tiff brought over these costumes and laid them neatly on my bed. The girls thought it’d be fun to dress up as sexy Disney princesses for this year’s Halloween homecoming dance. Tiff was going as Elsa and Carrie as Belle. Though it might sound tame, trust me, these weren’t your average princess costumes.“I don’t know,” I shrugged, much to Tiff’s dismay.“I would go for Jasmine. That tube top and choker’s gonna look great on you, Em,” Carrie suggested.“I mean I don’t know about going to the dance. Maybe I’m just not gonna go,” I sighed and threw my body on the bed, right next to the costumes.“What do you mean you’re not gonna go? We were gonna be sexy princesses. And you even promised Ryan you’d go with him,” Tiff reminded.“As friends,” I added quickly.“Why don’t you wanna go to the dance, Em? What’s eating you up?” Carrie asked, ever the caring friend she was.“I’m not really in the mood to, you kno
EMMA’s POV:“We’re only here to talk,” Mr. Hayes stated firmly.We ended up ditching the school dance and headed to his apartment. We thought about talking in the school parking lot, but even that seemed dangerous. So we got into his car and jetted away. I sent some messages to my friend, I made up some lame excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I wanted to be home alone. Mr. Hayes told Ms. Diaz that he had an emergency to attend to, and we were good to go.“Okay, so let’s talk,”I took a seat on his dark leather couch as he chose to stand a few feet away from me. I was still wearing my Little Mermaid costume, a seashell bikini top and a sexy sequin shirt. I was definitely underdressed and he was having trouble keeping a straight face. I looked up at him and he looked so gorgeous just standing there, I couldn’t help but smile. He was trying to maintain a serious face, but my smile made him smile too.“Don’t look at me like that, you’re very distracting,” he said as he ran his fingers
EMMA’s POV:“Girl, where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Tiff exclaimed dramatically.Normally I would call her out for being a drama queen, but she wasn’t completely wrong this time. Yes, I had been MIA for the past couple of days and I couldn’t tell my friends where I went. Not unless I wanted to be interrogated by the FBI.Because yes, I was spending a lot of time with Mr. Hayes—I mean, Ian.“Sorry, I’m just a little busy with… my art portfolio,” I said as I closed my lockers shut. The last period bell hand rang, but my friends had stopped me before I could leave school premises.“That thing’s not due until the end of the school year. We still have, like eight months,” Carrie argued.“I know, but I’ve been feeling very inspired lately. I wanna make sure I got a kickass portfolio, I might even use it for my college application,”This part wasn’t a lie. Spending a lot of time with my art teacher had its benefits. Any free time I had in school, I’d spend it in
IAN’s POV:We were making out and things were getting hot and heavy. She was sprawled on my bed, her arms were linked around my neck, and hands were all over her body. Our tongues were tangled, dancing back and forth with each other as we kissed.Suddenly, her hands reached for the hem of my shirt and she lifted it up in one swift move. Her eyes widened as they roamed my body, and I let her be for a while. Putting both hands on my chest, Emma then pushed me back on the bed and she climbed on top of me.By the way she was moving, sometimes I forgot that she was only eighteen. Or that she only just started having sex recently.I would probably go to hell for this, but this felt too right to be wrong. I was never one to follow the rules, which was why art was always my thing. There was no right or wrong in art.This felt exactly like that.“Oh, Ian,”Especially when she moaned my name like that.“Yes, baby girl?”She was looking at me with pleading eyes. I knew exactly what she needed, b