Mine

Mr. Black still didn’t turn around. He was angry but why? Over what? Was it Chris or Matt? I didn’t know but my heart was breaking and I was near tears. I didn’t want to take it to heart because Mr. Black gets upset with whatever male I seem to talk too or connection too but this was different. This was different on a next level. “I don’t like this, please talk to me,” I said and laid a hand on his shoulder. “We can even argue.”

He turned around and got out of the chair. He lifted me further onto the desk. He stood between my legs and immediately my fanny awoke. Dirty thoughts were swimming in my brain but I was alone in the notion because when he laid his head on my shoulder is when I started to stress. All sexual tension was wiped away and replaced with guilt. I lifted his head and stared into his beautiful eyes. What I saw - what I will never forget- was hurt. He was hurt and sad.