Chapter 7

"Can we talk about this another time?" I said quietly, I wouldn't want to embarrass myself any further.

He laughed and the seat next to me moved.

"It's Sarah, isn't it?"

I nodded with my face still hidden between my arms.

"I'm David, it's nice to meet you."

I lifted my face and Mr. Clark smiled amiably at me with his hand out, I didn't want to go through this, there was no going back. But he didn't seem dangerous, he was just a teacher who had been in the same place as me twice in a row.

I accepted the greeting, he took my hand and placed a soft, quick kiss on the surface. My hair must have been blown out by the brightness of my face at that moment.

"It's a pleasure, David."

"Well, we have a start." He smiled, letting go of my hand and resting his arms on his thighs. "Now, tell me, why are you so ashamed of me? As far as I remember, we didn't do anything illegal and you wanted the same thing I did."

I straightened my back and focused on something other than the words floating around in my mind about him wanting me last night.

"Maybe, the bit about me not remembering it was you and also the bit about you being my teacher." I exhaled, that wasn't something I wouldn't do even unconsciously.

He laughed as if I'd made a very good joke and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket.

"We weren't on campus, I wasn't on work time and you weren't on class time, from what I read in your student curriculum, you're adult and mature enough to decide whether or not to have sex with a guy in a car." This time I blushed a lot, but I kept my eyes on him while he finished lighting his cigarette. "Even if it had happened to you completely sober and on campus, I can guarantee that there would be no regrets on my part, just as I don't have any about yesterday."

"But it won't happen again." Maybe I said that out loud just so I could imprint it in my mind.

He was silent for a while, watching me. It took a certain amount of control not to freak out at his incisive gaze, deep and full of shadows that I refused to want to find out what they were.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He knitted his eyebrows together, waiting for an answer that I inexplicably couldn't give, what was wrong with me? He smiled, moving to the seat next to me and I felt soft. "You don't have to answer now, you have all the time you need. But let's just say that I wouldn't be responsible, in the meantime, for the possible things that could happen."

"Sir..." He looked at his wristwatch and smiled, turning his eyes back to me.

"Right now, I'm just David. The same guy you left the bar with and who's dying to kiss you again."

Jess was visibly annoyed by my presence in the classroom, not just her, her snakes were also showing their dislike for me. I ignored the fact that, given the circumstances, they were right, and I was in trouble at the moment.

The class was torture, and I was only seconds away from running out of there myself. But my inability to miss any class was ridiculous, I wasn't in the habit of letting my bad day interfere with my learning, and considering the looks on the faces of the group of death, I was doomed to a bad day.

The night before I'd left Mr. Clark alone in the library, and it was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. His perfume was affecting me at terrible levels and the memories of the inconvenient evening were making me almost, almost beg for more.

"Patients aren't your friends, other doctors aren't your friends and you need to get that through your head." His explanation was still making my mind wander as he strolled through the aisles of desks.

It had been an intense weekend for my mind and dignity, with hardly any time left to be a normal human being.

"Students already..." She whispered as soon as he passed her.

Jess fixed her hair and smiled, making her companions laugh softly.

"Remember, envy can make you a terrible professional." Part of me wanted to laugh and the other part was panicked by his presence next to me. After Jess turned his body forward, he bent down and spoke so quietly that only I could hear. "You should let your hair down, he's too handsome to be stuck in that hairstyle."

My mind was made up, I would look for another psychology and philosophy class so that my mental sanity would remain intact. Which I had already done. Before class started, I stopped by the office. I didn't say anything about what had happened, but I told her that I had to change because of problems with some students.

Then she would soon give me the new class schedule and both Jess and I could live in peace and Mr. Clark could give her all the attention she wanted.

"Don't forget your work for next week, and the attendance list." He finished the lesson and as I had already signed the list, I wanted to do myself the favor of not looking too much into those attractively gray eyes. "You stay, Miss Taylor."

It was the last time, the last time. I could do it, it would be the last time I would receive the glare of the snake gang.

I sat back down, Jess left the room reluctantly and I walked over to his desk, enveloped by his perfume and his nonconformist gaze before I could even get used to all the information.

He came around the table and leaned his body on the edge.

"I'm not going to let you leave my class because of what we did." I blinked, how was he already aware of my transfer?

"I'm not, I just don't have time for childishness, let alone this." I sighed. I sighed. "You don't know me and you know absolutely nothing about me, I've been taking your class for less than a month, we had sex by accident and you're acting like you have some right over my decisions."

He took a deep breath and took off his glasses, I laughed as debauchedly as I could and turned to leave the room, not even Mike behaved like that. Mr. Clark reached across my body and closed the door, I took a step back trying to understand what had just happened as he propped my back preventing me from reaching it.

"Wait, listen to me first." I nodded, what the fuck does he think he's doing? "Calm down, I'm not going to do anything, I just want to talk."

"Locking me up alone with you without my permission? I find that hard to believe." I took another step back.

"I won't believe me." He sighed and straightened up. "Did you even think about what we talked about in the library?" I swallowed hard, of course I had thought about it. I'd imagined all the possibilities and I'd also seen the shit that could come of it. "Wait, do you think it's only you who's been remembering what happened? That you're the only one who feels like repeating it over and over again?"

I took another step back and Mr. Clark followed me.

"You can stop there, I told you it wouldn't happen anymore." He continued in silence and moved forward as I stepped back. "You can't do that, we're on campus and I said no."

He smiled and my channel seemed to sense his presence as the space between us shortened.

"Sarah..."

He took the last step and the only thing keeping him at a distance from me was the bag I was clutching with all my might.

"No."

"Then prove that you don't want to, prove that this attraction is only coming from me and that I'm wrong about the signals your body is giving you right now."

I stumbled over the words and pressed myself against the wall. I had no escape, but it wasn't just the lack of space to run away, it was the will and desire to feel that emotion again. The need to know that I was being desired as much as any other woman. And he was doing it, looking at me as if every bit of me was edible.

"I hope you locked the door then."

He smiled and pulled the bag off my shoulder before pinning me against the wall. My mouth was devoured just as I devoured his, eager to have more than he gave me the first time and hoping it would be even better than when I was drunk.