Emily's POV;"Vegetable salad is actually good for health and it'll taste good too. If you take one bite, you'll start liking it." Mr Hamilton said while sitting beside me at the dining table. "It's fine. I'll just stick with my pasta. And, I hate salad." And continued eating my pasta on my plate."Have you tried it before?""No.""How can you hate something which you didn't try?" When he tried to put some vegetable salad on my plate, I stood up from the table along with my plate and said, "I'm moving to another seat if you put it on my plate." He pulled my hand to make me sit and said, "I won't do it. Sit here."I placed my plate on the table and took a seat beside Mr Hamilton again and looked at him. He turned my face towards the food and said, "Aren't you in a hurry to your college? Eat."While I was eating, I noticed Mr Hamilton taking glances at my face."Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked while eating my pasta. "You look good today." I coughed up on my food whic

Emily's POV;I awoke in the middle of the night, not from a nightmare, but from my phone buzzing incessantly at my side on the bedside table. I groaned and took it away from the charger, only to see Asher's name on the screen. Asher? I realised it wasn't my phone that was vibrating, but Mr Hamilton's. Why is he calling now? is something wrong?When I tried to wake Mr Hamilton, who was sleeping soundly next to me with his arm protectively thrown over me, he only grunted softly in response, so I decided not to wake him up for this. Instead, I picked up the phone and answered the call. Before I could say hello, Asher began speaking quickly, not giving me time to respond. The urgency of the situation was heightened by the tone and volume of his voice. "I don't have time to explain it over the phone, so please come to my house immediately." Asher hung up without waiting for my response.Should I go ahead and tell Mr Hamilton? No, Mr Hamilton didn't sleep well last week due to a work issue,

Emily's POV;On the day of the trip,Mr Hamilton was not there to say goodbye on the day I was leaving, since he had gone to the workplace earlier that day. Even when he was ignoring me, he never skipped eating with me, but he skipped breakfast. Does he believe I'll question him again about the kiss? I regret asking him about it."Shall we leave, mam?" Keith inquired. I looked around for my baggage, and he said, "I've already loaded them into the car, mam. Let's go."I nodded, changed my shoes, and walked to the car. I gazed at my phone the entire ride, waiting for Mr Hamilton's call or message. But there were none. Did he forget I was leaving on a trip today? My phone rang. I thought it was from Mr Hamilton but no, it's not from him. It was Madison. I knew she would yell at me for being late so I didn't answer the phone.We eventually arrived at college. Keith went to get the trolley, so I got out of the car with my backpack. When I attempted to take the trolley from him, he said, "

Emily's POV;The second day at camp began with a bang when everyone awoke early and began their daily ritual, however I found it tough due to the time I slept the night before. Madison approached me while I was brushing my teeth as my initial routine and said, "You, me, and Dylan are grouped together for the fishing activity."I paused brushing my teeth and inquired, "Only three people?""There are two groups of three people each. Mike, Sarah, and Brian are in the opposing group." "Get ready quickly.""And how about breakfast? I haven't had anything yet.""That's why we're going fishing, Em." And she dashed away from me. I kept cleaning my teeth. I looked around and saw Mr Johnson talking with my classmates, but I couldn't find the guide. He seemed to have actually left. When I'm finished, Luke approached me as I was putting on my boots and said, "The guide left this morning after informing Mr Johnson.""Why are you telling me about this?" I questioned, looking up at him."Aren't yo

George Hamilton's POV;I walk through the back door, smiling lightly to myself when I hear a loud thud from upstairs."John!""What?!" He responds loudly. It sounds more like he wants me to come and talk with him than yell at him. That's how he is anyway.I open the door to his room to see that he's sitting in the middle of it on his stomach, shirtless as usual. The sheets on either side of his body are thrown carelessly over one end so that they're resting on top of me. His eyes are closed and I watch them for a few moments until John opens his mouth again."Come sit on my dick."That was so fucking weird. I stare at him dumbly for a moment before asking, "Seriously?"He looks up at me from where his head is still planted onto the floor. "Yes, seriously! Get your ass down here! Your mom doesn't know you're in here. Sit."I roll my eyes but go and sit on his chest anyways. My hands hover next to his waist and I wait to see if there's a reaction. Nothing. John's just staring ahead of h