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I'm gonna fucking cry...

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Our lips instantly collide as soon as he closes his front door. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand up on my tiptoes slightly to deepen the kiss even more. Our tonuges swirled around together and i let a moan slip out at the sensation of our bodies being pressed so closley together. I could feel everything--all of him even through his clothing.

His hands run along the sides of my body and over the material of the tight red dress I have on. I wanted him to rip it off of me. But I knew that we shouldn't go that far.

Not yet at least...

"Wait—" I mumble out between kisses. "We should—stop." He doesn't though, and it's not like I do much to stop the kiss either considering I only pull him closer to me. But eventually, I find the strength to actually pull away.

We both pant as we try and regain a steady rhythm of breaths. Alexander holds my face in his warm and rough hands as he stares down at me and I stare back up at him with flushed cheeks. "I don't—I don't wanna move too fast," I softly tell him. My voice sounds so weak right now.

He doesn't respond for a moment and it worries me. But finally, he responds by saying, "Okay...I won't force you to do anything."

I smile softly up at him as he strokes my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

Wow. This getting way too intimate...

"Thanks," I sheepishly say as I pull his hands away from my face. "I think there's one thing that we still need to do though."

—

Alexander's apartment was huge! Well, I guess it technically considered a penthouse. Sure—before my parents divorced, our home back in New York was impressive in size. But I never really cared nor was interested in the atheistic.

We could be living in a shack and I'd be fine with it.

But this...I must admit that it wasn't such a bad place to be in.

Oh, stop being so humble. You know you love it!

Everything is sleek and pristine. The only colors coaxing the whole place are either black, white, or grey.

Talk about bland.

"Woah...this kitchen is amazing!" I say as I stare in awe at the elegant counter tops and shiny appliances.

I hear Alex slightly chuckled from beside me, but I don't even bother to look over at him. I run over to ginormous fridge that looks as if there's two of them combined into one.

"It's no McDonald's, though. Sorry to disappoint, Angel," Alex's jokes and I roll my eyes.

"You're forgiven," I joke back. I look back at him from over my shoulder as I place one hand on the fridge handle. "May I?"

He gives me a single nod in permission to continue and I grin before swinging open the fridge door.

What the fuck is this?

"How—Why—" I was honestly at a loss for words. "How do you have such a big fridge and still manage to have no food. That's honestly just sad."

I study the components inside as he proceeds to give me his reasoning.

"Well, i'm rarely here half of the time. I'm either at school working on my lesson plans and grading papers, or i'm at Temptations managing the club."

Vegetables, fruit, more vegetables, sparkling water. who the hell drinks sparkling water.

"What? Are you some sort of health freak, or something?" I turn over my should to ask him.

He shrugs. "Not a health freak, i'm just cautious about what I eat. I try to workout as much as i can during my free time to maintain a semi-healthy lifestyle."

My eyes scan down his body for a second before gulping and turning back around before he notices my blush.

Yeah...I can tell.

There has to be something I can make up out of these sad, sad ingredients.

I open one of the clear compartments in the fridge.

Perfect!

I grab out the flour tortillas and shredded cheese from the compartment before closing the fridge to prepare our meal.

"Where's your plates," I ask Alex and he points to once of the cabinets above me. I open up the cabinet and immediately sigh.

Of course they're on the top shelf...

Shorty...

Hey, i'm not even that short!

I reach as far as my short arm can allow and stand up on my tiptoes for more leverage. But it's no use.

"Let me," I hear Alex suddenly say from behind me and I turn around with a tiny gasp. I come face to face with his chest and I look up to see him reaching behind me and grabbing a plate. "Here you go, angel," he says as he hands me the plate.

I stare up at him for a few seconds—admiring his gentle charm. But I soon snap out of it and grab the plate before turning back around with a tiny 'thank you'.

"What are you making?" he asks from behind me as I prepare the dish.

He's so close.

"Uh, I'm—I'm making my fan favorite specialty. And by fan, I mean my brother. And by my I actually mean my friends from back home." I let out a tiny laugh as I recall the memory from the first time I ate this. "My friend would always come up with stupid dishes like this. He's always had a knack for cooking, I guess."

Alex let's out a tiny 'hm' in response. "As in your home you mean...?" he questions—wanting me to be more specific.

"New York," I answer. "Yeah, me, my mom and my brother moved here to Chicago a couple months ago."

Again, he just lets out another 'hm' in response. I really hope he doesn't ask me to indulge on why my dad wasn't included in that answer. I really don't want to talk about that dick right now.

Luckily...he doesn't.

"Well then, I look forward to this delicious dish that you're preparing," I hear him say as he finally moves from him place behind me. "Even though you're only using two ingredients so far."

I turn around around for a second to glare at him and notice that he's now sitting on one of the barstools behind the huge, marble island.

"Hush! You're gonna love it!"

I make my way over to the stainless steel microwave and put the dish in for one minute.

"Now...we wait," I say as I go over and lean on the island in front of him. It takes me a moment to realize my cleavage is now putting on a good show due to the way my arms are placed and how tight this dress is.

I can tell that's he's trying hard not to look by the way his jaw clenches.

"Hey, Alex," I say softly after a few seconds of silence. "There's something that I wanna ask you."

"What is it, Elizabeth?" he asks back, still in his usual proper tone. I wonder when he's gonna drop that act?

"Why—"

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

The timer on the microwave goes off.

I jump slightly at the sound, and Alex smirks.

"I guess you'll have to hold that thought," he says to me and I sigh. I make my way over to the microwave and take out the hot plate before setting it down on the island between Alex and I.

"Now, you better appreciate my hard work. I put a lot of time and effort into this meal," I sarcastically say as I split the make shift quesadilla into two—one half for each.

I hand one half to Alex and he takes it with a tiny grin in my direction. I want to roll my eyes at his smug expression. But i've come to learn that he hates any kind of defiance from me inside and outside of the classroom.

"Bon appétit," I shyly say before taking a bite of my half. As soon as the taste hits my mouth, a sudden happiness warms my body. The taste reminds me of home and my old friends.

I haven't had this in awhile.

I look up at Alex between bites and notice that he's only taken a small piece from his.

"You don't like it, do you?" I frown. For some reason, that actually makes me quite sad. Though, I don't really know what I expected. He's probably never eaten anything like this before.

"No, no, that's not it," he's quick to reassure. "It's just—no ones ever made me food before. Even if it's just a tiny two ingredient meal."

His words take me by surprise, causing me to just stare at him with my mouth agape for a couple of seconds. That's defiantly not the response I expected.

"Oh," I eventually say. I want to ask more questions, but I feel as if his personal life is none of my business. I mean, the closest relationship we're ever gonna have with each other is either teacher and student or fuck buddies. "Well, I hope this amazing meal was up to your standers,"I joke to try and lighten back up the mood a little.

He gives me a small smile. "Yes it was, Angel."

—

After finishing our food in awkward silence with occasional small talk here and there, Alex shows me around the rest of his penthouse.

All of it was just a luxurious as I expected it to be. Considering where we went out to eat at and the model of his car, it's so no surprise that he lives in a place just as impressive and expensive.

I still don't know if agreeing to stay the night with him was the best choice. But what's the harm now, right? After hearing him say that I don't have to do anything i'm not comfortable with, it's makes me feel a little bit better about my answer.

If I were to fully agree to his conditions though, I know what to expect. I am eventually going to have to go all the way with him. But that's the whole point of the "proposition". I mean, ever since i've laid eyes on this man, all i've wanted to do was jump his bones.

But for some reason, it feels different now. I have no intention of rushing things.

There's also apart of me that feels...scared?

I can't seem to put my finger on it—what this man truly means to me.

"And lastly," Alex says as we finally reach the last door in his penthouse. "My bedroom."

I gulp down a lump in my throat when he says the words. Is it weird to say that i've never slept with a guy before in his own house, let alone in their own bedroom?

I haven't slept with anyone in my bedroom or house either. It always seemed so personal to me for some reason.

He opens up the door and the sight that greets me on the other side takes me by surprise for a moment.

The room is only illuminated by two bedside lamps and the city glow coming from the large window that cover the majority of one wall. There's a big king sized bed in the middle of the room decorated by an array of pillows, making me want to flop down on it and suffocated myself in them.

Everything is neat and tidy (as expected). There's another sliding door in the room, one that i assume either leads to a bathroom or a closet.

Not too shabby, Mr. Fancypants.

"To your liking?" he looks down to me beside him. i only shrug my shoulders just to annoy him.

"Maybe," I say with a hidden smirk, and I hear him let out a faint laugh.

"As expected."

I hope he doesn't expect for my snarky comeback to disappear completely.

"Where shall I sleep?" I ask him.

He pauses a moment before answering. "In here."

my eyes suddenly widen and my eyes shoot up to him. "What?" I say back in disbelief. "Come again?"

"What? I don't mind. But, if you're not comfortable I can always just sleep in the guest room."

"But i'm the guest, shouldn't I be the room sleeping there. I don't want to kick you out of your own bedroom."

He looks down at me and gives me a small grin. "You're a special guest, Elizabeth."

Special guest my ass.

Why do I feel like he has something else up his sleeve that i don't know about?"

"Ok?" I say back. I look around his room once more as i rub my arms with my hands.

Man it's cold in here.

"You can wear some of my clothes since i'm guessing you don't bring any to change into."

I look down at my outfit and then back up at him.

"You think."

—

I don't know what I expected.

Alexander's clothes were huge on me.

He gave me a pair of great sweat pants and a black t-shirt to wear. The sweats I had to roll up 3 times just so I could see my feet, and the t-shirt is basically a dress on me.

I look ridiculous

But I must admit...I was also pretty comfortable.

I walk out of the bathroom to find Alex patiently waiting on the end of the bed.

"I look homeless," I grab his attention by saying. He look up from the ground and stands up once he notices me.

He stares at me for a moment—no emotion expressed on his face. Eventually though, he just smirks.

"Cute."

I blush up a little bit but try and cover it by just rolling my eyes. Damn him.

"I'm tired," is all I say as I avoid eye contact with him, the pressure of his gaze making me way too hot. Even though i'm not looking at him, I could still feel his eyes on me.

"Me too," he says back.

With crossed arms, I make my way over to his bed before climbing into and slipping underneath the fluffy duvet.

Holy fuck...

It basically feels as if i'm laying on marshmallows or some shit!

How can a bed be this soft? I basically melt right into it.

I must admit though, I do feel pretty weird sleeping in some guys bed. Correction, I feel pretty weird sleeping in my English teachers bed.

"Comfortable," he asks me and i shyly nod. he smirks. "Good. Goodnight, Angel. I'll be in the other room if you need anything."

Alex turns to leave and for some reason the sight of him disappearing causes my heart to sink a little.

"Hey, Alexander," I call out to him just before he's about to reach the door. He turns back around to look at me. "Can you stay with me for a little bit."

He stares at me for a moment, making me question wether or not I should've opened my big mouth. But his next words quickly answer my internal question.

"Sure, Elizabeth."

—

Wow...

Talk about déjà vu...

*cough cough* throwback to chapter seven *cough cough*

I know I promised you guys a double update, but unfortunately, my laptop kind of broke (oopsies)!

I've been having to write on my phone for the time being, so that's why things have been a little slow.

Hopefully this long chapter makes up for it!!

(sorry if there's any grammatical errors :))