Mr Blackwell:Teacher Student Romance
By: S K QuinnSo I do.
I look into Sophia’s eyes the whole time. And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Our arms and legs wrap around each other and for the first time in my life I am free.
Why was I so afraid?
I have no idea.
We are made for one another.
‘I need to know,’ I say. ‘Are we going to do this? Or am I going to have to get over you?’
My heart pounds as I wait for her answer.
‘Yes,’ she says. ‘We’re going to do this.’
‘You’re sure?’ I say, my heart glowing.
‘Yes.’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you, too.’
‘In the morning then,’ I tell her. ‘We’ll leave the college together. Hand in hand.’
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The sun is a white line now, glimmering over London.
In her sleep, Sophia gives a little sigh.
I am in love. I almost want to laugh out loud. I am in love with a girl I should never have had.
I don’t know what today will bring. But we belong together. And nothing will take her from me.
I slide under the bedclothes, still watching Sophia. I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to watch her. Forever.
I lean so our foreheads touch.
Sophia’s eyelids flicker.
‘Sophia?’ I whisper.
She murmurs something in her sleep.
I close my eyes. ‘I love you too.’
