All Chapters of Tutor My Heart : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A tiny squirm comes running through the door track. Shoving in, Thane's feet drags along the ground, while slides in. My eyes flip over the mirror, watching his reflection wave on me, his eyes, barely looking towards me, he falls to the bed, plastering his body over it.“I see you don’t intend on washing up? “ I ask, while applying a baby cream, over my face.The night is pretty chilly, as a mild wave of rain has dropped to the ground, sinking the atmosphere into blistering depths, which cave the skin. Causing the gnashing of teeth.“Leave me alone” he mutters out, his voice gawking mid sentence, from what I presume, to be an alcoholic belch.My eyes rolled in at his response. His fuzzy self comes up, wherever he gets tipsy, which is mostly never. I sigh softly, wondering what he has been given, while I let other grievances of mine take a quick back seat.“You smell so awful” I say, while the legs of the chair, stream along the shiver dig

“Kelvin” Thane's voice softly calls out to me.I hear his words, feeling his figure, standing right behind me. His scent fills my breath, his eye digs at my back, while I don't mind, turning towards him.“What is it?“ I ask, backing at him, while applying a rose scenting powder on my face.I hear his feet move, his flip crushing the ground, as his words fail. He doesn't want to say it, acting oblivious to the thin thread which hangs on, while I swerve.“What is it? “ I ask once more, while walking past him, towards the wardrobe stand.“You aren't speaking to me” he mentions, while crushing my face, lifting it up towards him.I have the underwear space opened up, in search of something. I don't have a clue, what it is, but anything to have my feet rooted here, and not dashing off.“But I'm speaking to you” I say, pretending not to have a clue of what he's on to.“Really? "Thane questions, with lifted eyes. He wat

Lifting from the fold, my hands grip over the covers beneath me, as my eyes search for my last night’s stranger. My breath falls, with my eyes gazing around, to take notice of his vanquished presence. His clothes are gone, and so seems the scent which accompanies his steps. With every trace of him off, I know he has probably disappeared, after last night’s confession.Shaking my head over, while deeply respiring, I fling off the little piece of bedsheet lying over my feet. A soft groan pulls off my throat, as I get to stand on my toes, traces steps towards the washroom, for a quick freedom, from a built up bladder. The washroom doors, pushover at my behest. Blemished see through doors, moving as I push my hands onto its frames, letting myself in.Lifting my lips, as a yawn pores through it, while my hands softly rub against my eyes, my breath chokes in my throat, as my feet make a stunned halt. My eyes peel up, gazing on the sight before me, while my throat gulps i

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun.My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.“What is this? ” my voice spills shakily, gazing as I gulp.“It is not what you think” Thane says, while my breath pauses.Thane’s belt runs free, his buttons broken, as his shirt runs free. My eyes drift towards my nemesis. With fingers trailing through his lower lip, he wipes it off. He wears a smirk, a smug of victory cascading through his breath, stumbling my feet backwards.My breath quickens, my eyes sting. A clear as lightning

“Umm, do you have the files ready? “ I ask, tapping a finger over my earplugs, to have it muted.“Not yet sir,” a male voice comes singing in, from the other side. “But I will, in a few minutes” he assures me, spilling his words, whole I softly nod.“Please get it to me, as fast as you can” my response comes swinging in, as I tap my fingers muting once more, as I speak to my legal head. “We have to have that ready before noon, so I can read through, before our clients, call for a final signature” I announce, making sure, he is at my pace, before I get to switch onto the next. “And you my team, are we ready, on our toes for the project? “ I ask, getting the response I need, before I get to call it quits on the call we are on, dropping my plugs off.My cheeks ball up, as I force air into it. Pushing off the wind from my mouth, I have my legs flipping over, while I grab my water bottle off the floor. A popping sound echoes through the gym, as I flip over its