XIV- Kiss Me

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I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about what happened to Mr. Morgan and I. It's like a movie that I replay over and over in my head. "He can't make you feel as good as I can." Those words make me shiver and I have to shake my head to stop thinking about it. I have a hard time believing that it's real, that my very hot teacher actually kissed me. He pinned me against a wall and kissed my neck while I ran my hands through his hair. I shake my head again, I need to get it out of my brain. At least it's Saturday and I don't have to see him for a couple of days.

"You look like you're deep in thought." I jump slightly at the sound of Dean's voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I let myself in." He explains as he shows me the key in his hand.

I sit up in my bed and pull my knees up to my chest. "I just didn't expect you to be here." I told him twice I needed space and yet here he is.

Dean comes up to me and sits on my bed, "You haven't been answering my calls." When I don't respond he looks down and sighs, "I don't know how to make it up to you." He admits.

I was being honest when I told Mr. Morgan that I didn't want to leave Dean. The only problem is I also don't know how to forgive him. "I don't know...you've gotten so mean lately. I don't even know who you are anymore."

To my surprise I see a tear fall down Dean's cheek. Is he crying? "I'm just so scared of losing you after this year is over. Every time I think about it I get angry. Then you do things that make it easier for me to lose you. You can't leave me, Liv." He cries. I move over to grab his head and pull him to me.

He cries on my chest while I stroke his hair and rub his back. "Shh, it's okay." I comfort him while his tears soak through my shirt.

"I'm so sorry." I continue to shush him and hold him until he's calm. "Do you still love me?" He asks with a sniffle.

"Of course I do." Dean lifts his head to look at me. "I'm not going to leave you," I reassure him.

"Leaving him needs to happen when you're ready." Mr. Morgan's words ring through my head but I tune it out. I'm not ready...I don't know if I ever will be.

Dean sits up and pulls me in for a kiss. I lean into him, kissing him back. "I love you so much, Liv," Dean says as he pushes me back onto the bed. With him now on top of me, he moves to kiss my neck. I like the way he kisses me, it's familiar. However, I can't help but compare him to Mr. Morgan. With Dean, there's no electricity or fire. There's just his lips on my neck.

I need to snap out of it. Dean is the one I'm with, not my teacher. We never should've happened in the first place. Dean continues kissing my neck but I think about yesterday, I think about Mr. Morgan.

"We should stop," I say, needing to get my teacher out of my head.

Dean hovers over me, "Why?" He questions.

I push him off of me so that he lays beside me on his back, "I'm just not feeling very well." I lie.

I'm a teenage girl, I should want my boyfriend to make out with me and take my virginity. It's hard to feel that way when images of my teacher keep popping up in my head.



"I'll see you later." Dean says as he kisses my cheek and watches me walk into Mr. Morgan's room.

Once he walks away I shut the door and look at my teacher. When his green eyes meet mine he says, "I didn't think you were coming in today." He always says that.

I stay put at the door, gripping my bag strap tightly. "I wasn't sure if I was going to come." Admitting this to him seems to not phase him at all.

"You seemed distracted in class this morning."

I'm surprised by his topic choice but play along, "I have a lot on my mind."

"Like what?"

"You know why Mr. Morgan...shouldn't we talk?"

Mr. Morgan takes a deep breath and stands up from his desk. When he gets closer I move back until I reach the wall beside the door. "I'm not sorry about what happened, Livia."

I almost stumble over my words, "You're...not?"

He shakes his head. "I can't help but notice how unhappy you are with him." So he notices us? I wonder what else he notices.

"It's none of your business." I remind him.

Mr. Morgan smirks, "You keep saying that." He's so close to me, I'm almost positive he can hear my heart pounding. "I see how he treats you and it's pathetic." He moves my hair behind my ear, "He tries so hard to control you but you should never be controlled." Mr. Morgan's words leave me speechless. Is this really happening?

I force myself to say, "This is wrong."

Mr. Morgan's thumb caresses my cheek. "I know." He agrees but doesn't stop. "Tell me that Dean makes you shiver whenever he's near you." Mr. Morgan leans in to whisper in my ear. An involuntary shiver runs down my spine. "Tell me that there's a spark every time he touches you." Mr. Morgan pulls away just enough to look me in my eyes.

"I can't." I whisper.

"Then tell me to kiss you." I can feel the electricity start to fire up at his words. All I can focus on are how close his lips are to mine. No matter how much I want to feel this way with Dean, I just don't.

Mr. Morgan waits for me to give him permission. I stop thinking with logic and about the consequences as I say, "Kiss me." My voice is barely audible but he has no trouble hearing me. He offers me a small smile, like he knew I would finally give in. Then he completely closes the space between us, crashing his lips down on mine.

Just like the last time I kiss him back immediately. His lips feel so perfect and soft. My stomach drops with every movement we make. Mr. Morgan's tongue captures mine, making it all the more sensual. The last time we kissed he left me craving for more. The very fact that I gave in again means I couldn't stop this even if I wanted to.

He groans as I run my hands through his hair, pulling lightly. Mr. Morgan responds by lowering his hands all the way down to the back of my thighs. He quickly lifts me off of the ground while instinct takes over and I wrap my legs around his waist. I pull back slightly, "What are we doing?"

The green in Mr. Morgan's eyes flicker with lust, "Whatever we want." My teacher's hands grab the hem of my shirt. He eyes me curiously, as if asking my permission for the second time today. When I don't stop him, Mr. Morgan lifts my shirt up and over my head. Dean and I have definitely gotten this far but it's never been so intimate. "You're so sexy." He whispers with his mouth now doing things to my neck I never thought could feel so good. I lean my head back, to my surprise he doesn't touch my breasts. He just continues to kiss me down to my collar bone and then back up to my lips. I never want this feeling to end, like the world only consists of him and me.

If there's one thing I've come to learn it's that all good things must come to an end. My phone ringing interrupts Mr. Morgan's heavenly lips. As I pull it out of my pocket reality comes crashing in when I see that Dean is calling me. I look up at Mr. Morgan expectantly. He gestures for me to answer it. "H-hello?" I answer, breathless.

"Hey Liv," Mr. Morgan rolls his eyes at Dean's nickname for me. He's the only one who's ever noticed I didn't like it. "My dad is making me stay home, he says we need to talk. Do you think you can find a ride home?"

Mr. Morgan sets me down and walks back to his desk. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Okay, I'm really sorry. Let me know when you get home. I love you."

I don't look up at my teacher as I say, "I love you too." Then hang up. I pick up my shirt off the ground, "I have to go."

He runs his fingers through his hair, "I heard. Do you need a ride home?"

I shake my head, adjusting my clothes and hair. This was a mistake. "No."

"Don't be ridiculous Livia. I'll take you home."

He walks over from his desk. I reach down to grab my bag but he beats me to it, handing it to me. "Look, we shouldn't do this. It's not right on so many levels."

Mr. Morgan smirks, it makes me want to kiss him again so I look away, "I'm giving you a ride home not having sex with you." Then he grabs his things and guides me out of the classroom. We walk to his car in silence, my mind takes over with what we just did. I've never felt the things that I feel with him. How do I turn it off and forget about it? How do I go back to Dean?

When we get in his car and he starts driving I'm still silent. "Don't look so uncomfortable. It's okay." He assures me.

"Nothing about this is okay." I correct him."

"I didn't hear you say no when I was taking your shirt off." I finally turned to him, questionably. "I told you that you should never be controlled. Which means I'm never going to force you into doing something you don't want to do." His words stir something inside of me that I've never felt before. I'm not used to having a choice or an opinion. I seemingly knew this already and I still agreed.

"I just...you could lose your job."

Mr. Morgan stays calm and collected as he simply responds with, "I know."

The rest of the car ride is silent and soon we make it to my house. I unbuckle my seat belt and grab a hold of my bag. "Thank you for the ride Mr. Morgan."

He smiles, "Call me Shawn." Shawn Morgan, I like it.

"I thought formalities are your specialty?"

Mr. Morgan shrugs, "Well, Shawn is my name after all."

I get out of the car and make it to my house quickly. I lean my head against the door and try to wrap my head around everything that has happened to me. What the hell has gotten into me? More importantly, why do I like it?

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