Chapter 7

A cold sweat, a scream and hyperventilation. I just had a night terror. I've been getting them since I was little but haven't had one in a while. Damn it i screamed didn't i. I hope I didn't wake up...

"Hey Sydney are you ok" Marcos comes bursting in straight to my side softly stroking my hair.

"i had a really bad nightmare" i pant looking up at him. Tears swell in my eyes, I can't cry not infront of him.

"looks like I'm staying then" he slips into bed next to me catching me by surprise. I could feel his body heat, his bare skin, that electrical sensation.

"what are you wearing" the timidness can probably be heard in my voice.

"don't worry" he chuckles "i still have my boxers on"

I smile then turn away to face the same way he was, I feel as his arm slips around my waist pulling me into his warm embrace.

"thank you" i whispered before my eyes fluttered shut and I was asleep once more.

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One warm hand on my lower stomach the other tangled in my hair. My figure is pushed right against him like to jigsaw peices fitting together perfectly. Then I remember who this man behind me is, the teacher, Mr Alverez... Marcos. No... he is the devil. I can't like him, in the class room he is an utter dick but he is so sweet here. I almost wish I could lay here with him like this forever. No stop being stupid. I squirm out only to be pulled back in tighter. My face now crimson red i hear his thick accent whisper in my ear "good morning" causing my insides to shake.

"g.. g... good morning sir" damn it im so nervous I can hardly speak. This man honestly.

"I told you to call me marcos"

"isn't that crossing a line"

"look at us now, i think we already crossed the line" he laughed huskily

I bite my lip trying to think of a response, not being able to think of one i give in "ok marcos"

He sits up suddenly almost making me groan. I want his hands back on my body, to feel his hands wrapped round my waist. These things were taboo of course and only fantasy, I could never be with a teacher not as a student at least. Oh and there is the fact I don't want to. I think I'm kidding myself, I do like him but I'm not putting my future at stake and it's just a fantasy as soon as we get back to school he will go back to normal and so will everything else including my feelings towards him.

"what would you like for breakfast"

"pancakes?" I say a little bit excited. I can't help it I haven't had pancakes in forever.

"only for you" he winks.

Did he just... Did he just wink at me. Why, why does he do this drive me crazy like this.

He gets up and walks downstairs me following, i almost want to reach at and hold his hand but of course i know i can't. He may be tempting and sweet but he doesn't even have those same feelings towards me. Right? I mean he can't. I sit at his table watching him cook in just his boxers and 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗻𝗻 it's a sight to behold. i try to focus my mind on something else... anything else. I think about school.

"do we have any tests coming up"

"nope"

Damn it my ploy to talk about school isn't going to work then.

"are you going to take me home"

"of course i am how else would you get home"

"i dunno bus, taxi... walk"

"there is no way in hell I would let you walk, or get in a car with a stranger or be on a bus full of strangers. Your a beautiful women and the world hurts beautiful women like you"

"you really think I'm beautiful" my face heating up.

"what kind of question is that of course i do" he says nonchalant flipping a pancake.

"Why do you care about me?"

"Why do you keep asking so many questions?"

"because I'm curious"

He laughs. His laugh is sexy to God damn it. Damn this man.

"pancakes are done what would you like on them"

"syrup, cream and berries"

"lucky for you I actually have all that" he squirts the cream into a swirl then sprinkles the berries and finally pouring that sticky, sweet, gold syrup. He brings it over to the table presenting his master piece to me making me drool slightly. I hurridly start to eat the pancakes savouring every sweet bite until I am stuffed to the brim.

"that was amazing he can really cook" i accidentally whisper under my breath.

"Why thank you" he smirks.

I smile and he smiles back, I wish he were always like this. He puts the plate by the sink then sits opposite me.

"we need to chat"

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