So something you guys won't like will happen in this chapter, but if you continue until the end, you'll like it. So don't stop when the shocking thing happens... or you will regret it.
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“Don’t turn your cell phone off,” Mr. Heywood reminded me for the millionth time. “Just put it on silent. Call me if you need anything.”
“I know, I know,” I responded, turning to give him a small smile. “Nothing will happen though.”
Mr. Heywood pursed his lips at me, looking worried. “Lance is waiting for you inside, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay.” Mr. Heywood looked at the café cautiously. “I’ll wait until your inside. Text me when you’re inside so I know you’re okay.”
A feeling of nervousness washed through me as I watched Mr. Heywood’s worried expression. “Stop being so nervous. You’re making me nervous.”
“Sorry,” he apologized, reaching over and taking my hand into his. “I just have this awful feeling something’s going to happen…”
A frown slowly spread across my face. “You too?”
Mr. Heywood raised an eyebrow. “We are talking about Shawn. He’s known for dirty tricks.”
“Oh,” I responded, my hand gripping Mr. Heywood’s tightly. “Well I better go inside now…”
Mr. Heywood pulled my hand closer to him, bringing me with it. Before I could blink he had his lips against mine, giving me a quick kiss. I inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of his familiar cologne. Our eyes met and his smoldered. He leaned back in again, this time kissing me a little harder, and allowing me to return it. I shifted in my seat so I could be closer to him, bringing my free hand up to his face. He let go of my hand, bringing his to my back.
A gently nip at my lip made me jump in surprise. My hand landed on the car horn, causing it to blare loudly. Immediately Mr. Heywood and I separated, my face burning in embarrassment. “Sorry,” I muttered, dropping my gaze.
Mr. Heywood chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face. “It’s alright. It wouldn’t be a smart idea to be making out in such a public place anyway.”
My gaze returned to his face and for a minute I stared into his eyes, mesmerized temporarily. When he blinked, reality hit me and I blushed again. “I should probably go.”
Mr. Heywood nodded, gently dragging the tips of his fingertips across my jaw. “Be careful, Holly.”
For some reason terror suddenly gripped me and I reached out and grabbed Mr. Heywood’s hand as he was pulling it away. He gave me a curious look, allowing me to drag his hand back over. I swallowed nervously, trying to calm my heartbeat.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently.
I shook my head, still holding onto his hand. “Nothing. I just… I love you, Chris.”
Mr. Heywood looked confused, but he smiled. “I love you too.”
“Um, I’m going to go now,” I murmured, blushing again. “See you… sometime.”
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A Proscriptive Relationship
ActionHolly's new, young teacher has a dark past, and a dangerous future. She soon finds herself charmed by his ways, and gets thrown into the chaos. Who knew having an ex-gangster for a teacher could be so troublesome? As Holly and Mr. Heywood grow close...
