A/N: Thank you all so much for the great reviews! I wanted to get this out to you in lieu of responding to the ones from last chapter and postponing my writing, but rest assured, this chapter's will be responded to. I just wanted you all to know that I read and appreciated all of them! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, only the plot is mine.
Chapter Four
JPov
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, making sure that everything about me looked absolutely perfect. Nothing could look out of place today. I had already brushed my teeth. Twice. And now I checked my hair for the third time, wondering if I should brush it or put some product in it to make it look better. Stop being a fucking girl Jasper.
This was a very important day. This was my first day of 'practice' at Edward's house. We came to an agreement: Lessons on Monday from 6:30 to 7:30, practice at Edward's house Tuesday through Friday at 6:30, and Saturday at 9am. I got Sunday off with the promise that sometime on Monday I would practice on the school piano's to ensure I got my 6 days in.
Was I thrilled that I would be seeing Edward 6 days a week? Well, I haven't studied myself in the mirror since I was 15, so yeah, I was pretty fucking psyched.
When he suggested that I practice at his house I was hesitant, but nothing would have made me say no. I tried to make sure that I wouldn't be an inconvenience, but once it seemed that I wouldn't be bothering Edward by being in his house all the time, I jumped at the chance. In fact, when I was arguing with him, it seemed like Edward wanted me there.
Edward was beginning to confuse me. Sometimes he would do things, like speak to me, or look at me, with such passion, longing, and want, that I just knew he felt the exact same way I did. But then he would pull away and go back to professional mode. It annoyed the hell out of me before I recognised what was going on. He was worried about the teacher/student boundaries.
I could understand that. As a teacher who, if I say so myself, is quite attractive, I've had students try to hit on me. I've never been temped before, but I can only imagine what would be going through my head if I ever had been.
In that respect, I felt sorry for Edward. It upset me that he was so terrified about his reputation and what is 'right' that he had to close himself off from what he wanted, close himself off from me. But I did understand his reluctance.
I also understood that I was going to pursue him desperately.
I was going to break down those walls and make him see me as a viable possibility. If Edward wouldn't touch me, I was going to touch him, because a part of me needed to be touched by him. I would stand close to him, too close for him to even think about being professional.
I would make him see me the way I saw him.
I wasn't even scared of rejection because I assumed that I would be rejected right away. But I was going to keep trying. The squeaky cart gets the grease… the saying had been running through my head all day. It was great advise and I was going to take it. I would get on his nerves if I had to, though I didn't want to get on his nerves.
I wanted him to realise that I'm the perfect boyfriend for him, that I'm perfect for him. And then you'll run off into the fucking sunset. Stop acting like a pussy! Fuck, I was starting to sound like one of those Harlequin Romance novels.
I looked down at my watch and saw that it was finally time to go. I had been in the bathroom for a half an hour. Twenty minutes ago a janitor had come in trying to clean and I almost had to yell at him to get him to leave me alone. Admittedly, It's a bit weird to walk in on someone intently staring at himself in the mirror only to be forced out of the bathroom and left to wait for twenty minutes. I really hoped that he wasn't standing outside the entire time.
I pushed open the bathroom door, peaking around to see if he was there. Sure enough, there he was leaning against the wall. He eyed me reluctantly.
I gave him a sheepish smile, and tried to casually walk away, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Do you see what you do to me Edward? You have made me creepy. To Janitors!
I gathered my things, including some cookies that I had made for Edward last night as a thank you because, fuck it—I'm a sentimental fool. At least I had resisted the urge to write on them, or to make them more special than basic chocolate chip. There had been a moment though…
I drove to his house, more excited than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't wait to put my plan into action. I was a cocky bastard and knew I would be successful. How long could he possible hold out against me?
Arriving sooner than I expected, I sat in my car thinking through my game plan. In addition to making sure I touched him, I also wanted to make sure we spent as much time during the practice together as possible. I didn't want to be an annoyance, I knew that Edward would be doing other things while I was practicing, but certainly asking a few questions wouldn't be too bad? As long as I kept it to three or four a lesson, right?
If I wasn't taking these lessons seriously because the result could end with my humiliation in front of my students, I might have sabotaged them. Unfortunately, my students had teased me when I told them my plan for the final, and I just had to stick it to the little bastards. I'll show them. Fucking 'can't teach an old dog new tricks'. I'm 10 years older than them tops! I was a little bitter.
I walked up the steps to Edward's house. I was about to knock on the door, but I stopped when I heard the sound of the piano drifting out of the window. I didn't recognise the piece, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I could feel the intensity and emotions behind his playing. I waited, leaning against the door, listening to him play until the music stopped. I waited, hoping that he would continue.
I was so intent on waiting for the playing to continue, that I never heard the footsteps approaching the door. Only when the door suddenly disappeared from behind my head, and I fell on my ass, did I realise that Edward must have known I was there.
Fuck! He caught me. Be cool. Maybe he doesn't know what happened. I sat on the floor, wondering if I could play this off as an accident. I looked up at Edward, who was smirking and biting his bottom lip trying not to laugh. Damn it.
"Hello," I said nonchalantly.
"Hello Jasper," Edward replied, still trying to control his laughter. A little snort came out though, and he slapped his hand up to cover his mouth.
I glared at him, "You find that funny?"
Still not removing his hand, he nodded, he shoulders shaking.
"Well, thanks for laughing. I'm not injured, by the way. Maybe a little bruised, but nothing serious. Thanks for caring." I wasn't really angry with him, how could I be when the sight of him laughing made my cock twitch in my jeans and my stomach flutter?
"I'm sorry," he said, not looking sorry at all since he was still smirking at me, "I'm glad that you are okay."
He held his hand out to help me up. I grasped his hand tightly. He pulled me to my feet and we ended up almost flush against each other. I remembered the last time that we had been this close, our faces inches from each other. That time I had been the one to turn away, but not this time. Putting my plan into action, I remained there, staring into Edward's brilliant green eyes. I could feel his breath on my face, brushing my cheek.
Edward cleared his throat, took a hesitant step back, and the moment was lost.
"So, why were you leaning against my door?" He asked.
"Oh, well, I was listening to you." I said quietly. I was a little embarrassed that he had caught me.
"Listening to me?"
"Yeah, I heard you when I was walking up so I stopped to listen. It was only a few seconds." I lied. I had been minutes, but he didn't need to know that.
"Really, cause I thought I heard your car pull in a few minutes ago." He smirked again, knowing that he had caught me. I felt the blood rush to my face. I don't get embarrassed easily, but Edward had somehow managed to make me blush.
I didn't know what to say to that. So I didn't say anything.
"Are you ready to start?" Edward asked. I nodded and began following him into his house. I kicked something as I was walking and noticed the cookies that I had made. They had slid underneath a table in the hallway. Thankfully I had covered them with foil so they were unharmed. I grabbed the plate.
"I, um," Shit, I hadn't thought about how I was going to give them to him. This was humiliating. Just do it, don't think! "I made you chocolate chip cookies. To thank you for letting me practice here."
Edward looked surprised. He took the plate from me and peeled the foil back, "They look delicious Jasper, thank you." He grabbed one and took a bite of it. He groaned as he ate it, and my cock twitched again at the sound.
"These are great. I haven't had a cookie in years." Edward carried the plate into the kitchen and set it on the counter. He thanked me again and I silently vowed that I would bake him cookies whenever he wanted if he would groan like that again.
We walked into the music room and Edward began clearing off the piano. I noticed that none of the sheets were printed pieces. In fact, most of them were empty pieces of paper with a few notes written in.
"What were you playing?" I asked, gesturing towards the music on the stand.
Edward looked a little panicked and embarrassed but he answered, "It was one of my own," he said quietly, "I want to be a composer."
I was in awe. He wrote that beautiful song that I had heard. My respect for him grew, as did my determination that this talented man would someday by mine.
"It was beautiful Edward. Probably the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," I said.
His blush deepened, but I could tell that my compliment pleased him, "Thank you Jasper. I'll just move it so that you can practice." He swiped the music from the stand and put it on top of the table.
"Do you have your books?" He asked.
I pulled my beginning piano books out of my bag, "Oh yeah, I'm ready. Let's get to practicing!" My exuberance was rewarded with a smile from Edward.
"Well, okay then. I'm going to get some work done. Yell if you need me," he said, before walking out of the room.
Being completely alone in Edward's music room seemed very personal to me. This was like invading his inner sanctuary. That thought alone restrained me from snooping through his music. I really wanted a better look at the song that he had been working on, but I resisted. I didn't want to give him any reason to kick me out. No, I would be a good boy. And maybe I'll get a good boy treat later. I groaned at my thoughts. That was enough dirty thoughts about Edward for the moment. I had to focus. Despite my ulterior motives, I was here to learn.
I opened my practice book to the first page. At the moment I was learning scales and basic fingering. It helped that I knew how to read music, but this fingering thing was killing me. I always got my fingers tangled up. Twenty minutes into my practice and I finally had a legitimate reason to ask for his help. I thought about yelling for him, but chose to look for him instead.
I didn't have to look for long. I walked into the living room and saw the back of his head, his bronze hair sticking up all over the place. Edward was sitting on his couch, eating some pepperoni pizza and my cookies and watching TV.
"Is this the work you were going to get done?" I asked. I must have startled him, because his body jerked a bit. Serves him right for laughing at me.
He turned his head and I smiled at him. He got up from the couch and placed his pizza back on the plate.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Watching TV is relaxing. That's very important to me." He smiled, "What's up? You can't be done yet." He looked around for a clock to check the time.
"No, I've only been practicing for twenty minutes. But I need your help with some fingering for the F scale."
"Oh, sure." He followed me back into the music room.
I sat on the bench and he took his designated chair to the side of me.
"So, what did you need help with?"
"'Well, I understand the notes for the scale. But the fingers crossing under and over each other always screws me up. Mostly when going down the scale. I forget, or don't use the right finger."
"Okay, show me what you're doing." I repeated the scale again. Edward corrected my fingering, without touching me this time to my disappointment. He made me repeat the scale correctly five times in a row. One time I messed up and he made me repeat them all again. I understood why he was doing this, but damned if he wasn't a tough teacher. That worked for me though, because all I wanted to do was please him.
After fixing my fingering he left again. At this point I had 25 minutes of my practice left. I continued working on the scales, making sure that I had them all perfect. I was also hoping that Edward was listening to my playing and was impressed with the diligence that I was showing.
I moved on to playing the simple songs in my book. 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' was a favourite of mine. My mama loved to sing, and she would sing to me when I was younger. 'Twinkle' was the song I would always ask her to sing. We would sit out on our porch swing, staring up at the stars, and my mama would sing me that song as I fell asleep. Even when I was older, if I was sick or having a bad day, hearing my mama sing that song to me always relaxed me, made me feel that everything would be okay, and allow me to sleep. It was such a silly song, but it could bring tears to my eyes.
I had only played this song a few times since starting my lessons, but it was the one song I refused to mess up on. I would play it as slowly as I needed to, but I would never hit a wrong note. It was too precious to me, like my mama was in the room with me.
I ended my practice with that song. Packing up my books I realised that I had only needed to call Edward in for help once. I hadn't seen him enough today and now I wasn't ready to leave. If the practices were all going to be like this then I wouldn't have as many opportunities to get to know him as I thought. These thoughts left me a little glum, and I walked out into the living room not nearly as excited as I had entered it.
Edward was still watching TV on the couch, but this time the show piqued my historian interest.
"The Tudors?" I asked, nodding towards the screen. He craned his neck around to look at me again.
"Yeah, I like this show. I've always liked history," Edward said. A little thrill of excitement went down my back with his revelation that he liked my field of study. I don't know why it mattered so much, but it was suddenly very important that he was interested in what I was interested in.
"I like the show too," I admitted. I would never tell my historian friends that, though.
"Really? I thought history people were supposed to hate this show. Isn't it riddled with inaccuracies?" He teased.
"Yes we are, and if you ever tell anyone I told you that, I'll remove a key from your piano," He looked at me with unabashed horror at the thought, "but I like the show. It makes people interested in history. So that's fine by me."
Edward looked down. He bit his lip and looked like he wanted to ask me something. I was willing to wait for him to get up the nerve. I was too busy focusing on his lips and what his teeth would feel like nipping at my lips.
"Would you like to watch it with me?" He finally asked.
"Yes." I said too quickly. It wasn't cool; I practically yelled my answer at him in my shock and excitement at his question. But I wasn't thinking. I just wanted him to know that I really, really, wanted to spend as much time with him as he would give me.
He gestured for me to take a seat next to him on couch. We sat in silence for a few minutes, both waiting for the other to say something. It was very awkward, and the only saving grace was that there was the TV to distract us from the tension—dare I dream, the sexual tension—in the room.
"I always watch this and am fascinated by the type of woman who could get a man to give up his wife and completely uproot a country just for her." Edward said, finally breaking the horrible silence.
"That's a common misconception actually," I said before I could stop myself. Fuck, shut the history teacher up! "I'm sorry, it's the historian in me. I feel this need to correct every inaccurate fact."
Edward didn't look mad though; he actually looked interested. "What's the truth then?"
I hesitated, I didn't want to look like a know-it-all, "Well, Henry VIII was actually considering divorcing Katherine years before he met Anne Boleyn. She was just the catalyst that set it all off."
"Really, that's cool. What else?" I spent the next twenty minutes giving a spark notes version of English history. Edward was actually interested and that just fuelled my rambling. I'm a totally history geek. I usually try to keep it under wraps, but when there is someone that I can talk to, who is genuinely interested, I kinda go nuts.
"It's nice to watch this with a historian. It makes it better." He smiled at me. At this point I was absolutely convinced that his smile was the best thing in my world.
"Sorry, I just really like history." I replied.
"What made you chose history? What made you think that it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life?" He asked.
I thought about how to explain, "I've always loved old things. There was an abandoned house when I was growing up in Texas that I was just fascinated with. When I was young I would ask my parents about the house, about who had lived there, why they had left, why it was empty. They never knew. But I would create stories about them in my head. When I got older I wanted to find out the true story about the house. I sat in the library for hours, searching through old newspapers and city records. It was a house built in the 30's and the house had been sitting empty for ten years. The previous owners had a sick daughter and needed to move closer to the city so she could be closer to her doctors. We lived in a little town, on one in their right minds would move there, so the house never sold. It was such a little thing, but it made me so interested in the history of people and places. I began reading history books and talking with my history teachers. When it came time to decide what to study in college I didn't even think twice. And now I'm here."
"Do you like being a teacher?" Edward bit his lip again, as if he was afraid that this question would upset me.
"Absolutely. I wasn't sure when I started grad school if this was where I would end up. I didn't want to teach people who didn't care about the subject. But now I love it. I love the students who are really interested in history. I love teaching them and getting them excited about the same things I am. I love having hour-long conversations about the Civil War. I'm a totally geek, but I don't even care."
Edward laughed at my excitement, "I don't think you're a geek."
"Well, I am, but thanks for trying to make me feel better." Edward looked at me for a while, again deciding on his words.
"Would you like a beer?" He asked. I didn't think that's what he wanted to say, though.
"Yeah, that would be great."
"I'll be back. Help yourself to some pizza if you'd like." I was starving so I grabbed a slice of pizza and settled back into the couch. I looked at my watch and noticed that it said 8:45. We had been talking for almost and hour and a half! Well, I wasn't going to bring it up. I'd stay until he kicked me out.
Edward came back and handed me a beer. We sat watching the TV again, but this time the quiet was comfortable. Like two lovers or old friends who didn't have to talk, they could just sit there and know that the other was okay.
I felt much closer to Edward after our talk. Maybe he was letting his barriers down, opening up to me. It would hardly be fair, though. I had put so much time into planning how I would do this, if I were successful in only one lesson, my hard work was hardly worth it. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
I wanted to get him to talk about himself. I wanted to know everything about him. Whatever he would be willing to tell me.
"So, why did you become a piano teacher?" I asked. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Well, I like to teach people too. I like when people finally get it. Or when they play a piece perfectly and they are so proud of themselves." His voice tapered off and the end, and Edward began playing with the label on his beer bottle again.
"But you want to be a composer," I said, remembering what he had told me earlier. I thought he had a definite chance, that piece was beautiful.
"Yeah, I would. Eventually." He muttered the last word under his breath.
Not one to be timid or delicate I asked, "Eventually?"
His eyes widened, clearly I wasn't supposed to hear that part, "It's nothing," he said quickly.
"It's not nothing Edward. That piece I heard today was beautiful. You're really talented. I know that it'll happen for you." He stared again, his eyes darkening and breathing going heavy. I was planning on saying more, but my voice caught in my throat and my brain stopped functioning. All I could think of was how perfect Edward looked sitting in front of me completely vulnerable.
"Thank you," he whispered, still not taking his eyes off me. I nodded.
Edward looked at the clock on the TV, "Shit, it's almost 10, I'm sure you have work you still need to do for tomorrow."
I wanted to lie, anything to stay here, in Edward's home, but there were still some tests that I needed to grade before tomorrow. I grabbed my bag and Edward walked me to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow Jasper," he said.
"Tomorrow. Bye Edward."
I went straight home and went directly to bed. Before I fell asleep, though, I stroked my cock to the sound of Edward's voice, to the passion in his eyes, and I came to the picture of him biting his lips.
I was a little embarrassed to go to practice the next day. I had already jacked off to the picture of Edward several times, and honestly, it was the best orgasms I had ever had. But a part of me didn't want to jack off to him if he wasn't jacking off to me. I knew that it would make him uncomfortable, but I needed to feel like I aroused him. I just had to know.
For the next few practices I made sure that Edward knew exactly what my intentions were. I would ask for his help and lean into him a bit more than necessary. I would turn my head so that our faces were inches apart. I also made sure to remove my suit jacket and tie, and unbutton the top of my shirt so that he could get a good look at the hollow of my neck. With any luck, he dreamed about licking it, just like I did for his.
Things were progressing… slowly. Painfully slow, in fact. There was only so much time that I could go without really touching him. My fantasies had gotten out of control. There were times that I would be standing in the middle of class and Edward's face or voice would pop into my head and I would instantly be hard. Those were the worse because then I had to teach the remainder of the class whilst sitting down, which I normally didn't do. I'm sure my students had noticed my strange behaviour.
It was now Friday. I had been practicing and Edward's house for four days. How, in four days, could Edward consume my mind so much that he interfered with my job? I had no idea. When I started 'Mission: Seduce Edward and Make Him Mine', as I had begun to call it, I thought that it would be enough to focus my energy on him. I would be okay, and there would be weeks left before this turned into something that could spiral out of control. I had completely underestimated the hold that Edward had on my thoughts.
Four days, and I was already fucking going crazy.
I finished up with my practicing and began to pack up my books. I had only needed to call Edward in two times for help. I know it's going against the plan, but I felt proud of myself that I was catching on so well. I didn't need constant supervision, and I didn't suck as much as I thought I would. Granted, I was still only playing scales and 'Twinkle', but I was damn good at those scales if I say so myself. In fact, if there was ever to be a scale competition—which there should be, just sayin'—I would kick ass. I would blow it out of the water with my rockin scales.
I walked out into the living room and sat on the couch next to Edward. It had become a habit to sit and talk to him after my lesson. I hadn't made it out of here before 9pm any of the nights.
"How was your practice?" He asked.
"Fucking brilliant! You know, I think I'm blowing those scales out of the park. I may be the best scales player around." I bragged. Edward had gotten used to my boasting. It was all done humorously of course, but he seemed to really enjoy it.
"Really, the best around? That's tooting your own horn a bit isn't it?" I'll give you a fucking horn to toot, babe.
"Yes, but it's deserved. I rock." I smirked at him and grabbed a handful of the chips that were on the table.
He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't catch. When I turned to ask him what he had said, he was looking away.
"Why do you always end with the same song?" He asked suddenly.
"My mama used to sing me that song when I was little. I guess it reminds me of her. I always felt safe when she sang me that song. Like nothing in the world could touch me." I said softly. I really missed Texas and my mama. It had been way too long since I had seen her.
"Oh, that's really sweet." He tilted his head back and rested it against the couch. I wanted to hear him talk more, so I asked the only question I could think of.
"What about you, Edward? What's your mother like?"
He turned his head to look at me and I could see sadness in his eyes, "She's dead. She died in a car accident when I was 13. She's actually the one who taught me how to play the piano. I hated it, and would whine whenever she wanted me to practice. When she died, it seemed the like piano was the only place where I could still feel like she was with me. I've been seriously playing ever since."
I was shocked that he would tell me something so personally and my heart broke for him. That he trusted me with this information made my heart clench, and the crush I had on him deepen.
"I'm sorry Edward. That must have been hard." I laid my hand on his hand, and squeezed it to let him know that I was there for him.
"Thanks. But it was a long time ago. I still miss her, but it doesn't affect me as much as it did before. I think that's also why I went into teaching. It was never my dream, but my mom loved it. It helped me be connected to her. That's why I still use Pandora."
My body was completely turned towards him, at this point. Sometime when he was talking, my fingers began drawing patterns on the back of his hand. He looked so hurt; I just wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to make him happy again.
"Pandora?" I asked softly, wondering who the hell that was.
He looked a little surprised that he had let that slip, "Yeah, I um… named my piano that after my mom died. You know, Greek mythology. Pandora opens the box and all the evil in the world escapes, but in the bottom, still left in the box is hope. It was a fitting analogy for what I was going through. And it still fits. I always find hope through my music."
I stared into his green eyes, amazed by this beautiful man. He was so strong to go through that and still be standing. His passion for music, driven by the loss of his mother was heartbreaking. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making sure that he would never feel that pain again.
I suddenly realised, with a jolt to the stomach, that this was more than a crush, and a hell of a lot more than lust. I didn't just want him to be mine for a quick fuck or a temporary boyfriend. I wanted him forever. I wanted to grow old with Edward, I wanted children with Edward. I wanted everything with Edward. How can you fall in love with someone you've only known for two weeks? If I wasn't already in love with Edward, I sure as hell was on the way.
"Jasper?" Edward whispered. He was looking at me with confusion and worry. I realised that I still hadn't said anything, so lost was I in my thrilling realisation.
He was inches from me, looking at me like I was the most important thing in the world. I still didn't say anything, and I could tell that my silence was making Edward nervous. He was so close, and so beautiful, and my body was tingling with need for him. Then he bit his lip, and began to turn his head away from me again. Oh, no you don't, I thought.
Before I could tell myself to stop, my hand reached out to trace his jaw. Edward's eyes widened in surprise and his lips parted slightly. I traced the pad of my thumb across his lower lip, relishing in the feel of it.
"Jasper?" He breathed out. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine. He responded instantly, his hands going up to fist in my hair. Our lips moved against each other's frantically, soft yet demanding. I brought my other hand to the other side of his face, feeling what I had dreamed about for weeks. I traced my tongue along his bottom lip. He opened, granting me access to his mouth. I was so lost in touching and tasting him. This was where I belonged, right here, with him. When he bit my bottom lip, I moaned into his mouth. My hands dropped to his waist to feel the contours of his stomach. I moved from his mouth to trail kissed along the side of his neck, I swiped my tongue across his skin eliciting moans from deep in his chest. Moving down his neck, I went to the hollow of his throat. I dipped my tongue in, tasting him. Then I moved to his Adam's apple, sucking and kissing the perfect nub. He moaned again and arched up to meet me, our hard cocks brushing against each other creating mind-blowing friction. I came back to his mouth, desperate to taste him again. He opened instantly. I wanted to be on him, I wanted to be flush against him, so I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him slightly, hoping he would understand. He leaned back and I crawled over him, still not removing my lips from his.
Just as I was about to bring our cocks into contact again, the cushions on the couch slipped, dropping us to the floor. The impact caused us to break away. I laid on my back staring up at the ceiling. My breathing was heavy, my cock harder than I could imagine. But I was horrified. What have I done?
Sure, he was responsive, but it was too soon. What if he kicked me out? What if he told me that he couldn't teach me anymore? I had practically assaulted him on his living room couch, so it wouldn't be completely undeserved.
I looked over at Edward. He was lying on his back, breathing as heavily as I was. I sat up and tried to calm my breathing.
"You should go Jasper." Edward's voice was raspy and shaky, his eyes closed.
"Look Edward, I—" I didn't know what to say? Should I apologise? Because I wasn't really sorry.
"I know, Jasper," he opened his eyes to look at me, I couldn't read him, "I know. But I can't do this."
"What do you mean?" I almost yelled. I was starting to get angry. You don't kiss someone like that and then say you can't do that.
He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. At that moment, I knew that he felt exactly the same why I did. "I just can't. You're my student. I have to keep things professional."
"I understand that Edward. But I'm an adult. You didn't sign a contract. You aren't breaking any laws. Nobody will think less of you for this. I don't see why you won't just do what you want!" I was yelling now. I didn't understand what could possibly be holding him back.
"I just can't Jasper. I'm sorry." He picked himself up off the ground and smoothed the shirt that, moments before, I had grasped in my hand.
I followed him to the front door, thinking quickly about what I could do the salvage the situation. As long as he would let me continue lessons, I would be okay. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I could never see him again.
Edward opened his front door and stepped off to the side to let me pass, "I'll see you tomorrow Jasper."
My heart leapt at the fact that he was still willing to teach me. There was still time for me to convince him. I would make him fall in love with me. And this time, I would do it openly. Edward would know exactly what my intentions were.
"I'll see you tomorrow Edward. But just so you know," I leaned in close to him, our lips brushing. Though I wanted to, I resisted the urge to deepen the kiss, "I want you. I want everything about you. And I know that you want me to. So I'm going to fight for you, even if I have to fight against you. You will be mine."
His breathing was rough, his eyes heavy with lust. I gave him one last, swift kiss on the side of his mouth, brushed a piece of his hair away from his face, and then walked away.
Was it worth it? Read and Review! ~AJ Kelly