"I quite like it actually." He admits with a smirk.

My mind runs a mile a minute as I take in his words. It seems he isn't trying to push me away anymore. Should I be happy or scared? Now that he's not backing out I'm back to shying away from him.

I swallow the lump in my throat as he looks into my eyes. He removes one of his hands from the desk to my cheek, he runs the pad of his thumb across my lips. His eyes are dark with intention as he looks at my lips. Damn, I didn't get to wear any lip balm or even bite them to make them pinker.

He'll have to deal with it.

He connects our lips swiftly, and I feel myself get light-headed at the contact. Every thought of revenge and hate I had towards this man melt away and I feel blessed in his presence.

I don't want to pull away, I hold on in fear that he'll push me away again. I close my eyes and savor the moment as I feel both his hands on my cheeks attempting to pull me into him.

He disconnects our lips in a blink of an eye and I expect him to step away but instead his hands slide down to my waist. I look up at him and feel relieved to see a smirk. I look at his neck wanting to leave marks all over his creamy skin.

I move in and plant my lips on his again, and once they meet his hands slide lower, he rest them on my hips and gives a gentle squeeze. I run my fingers through his hair,  tugging the strands of light brown.

My lips move to his jaw and lower until I'm at his neck. I suck the skin, lapping my tongue over the area. He moans lowly as he squeezes my hips again, pulling me up to sit on the desk.

A knock on the door interrupts us. He pulls away instantly leaving me in a daze. He rushes to fix his hair and straighten out his clothes. I sit at my assigned seat and put my head down.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Howell." Mrs. Wickenburg greets as she enters the room. She has a suspicious look on her face as she eyes us down. Mr. Howell closes the door and walks back to his desk with a bit of annoyance.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." I spit out the words as her harsh gaze cuts through me. Mr. Howell doesn't seem bothered, he only sits on his large chair with a bored expression.

"Yeah, hi." He says without a care.

Mrs. Wickenburg's stare turns to him. "Mr. Howell, whats happened to your neck?" She questions him, my eyes glue to the place my lips were moments ago. It isn't a proper hickey, it just kind of looks like a rash.

"I dunno. What do you want?" He asks with no respect in his tone. I have never seen him like this before.

"I just wanted to check up on you, I was looking for Ms. Williams." Mrs. Wickenburg states but Mr. Howell looks at her with a blank stare.

"So which on is it? Are you checking up on me or looking for her?" He asks.

"Both. Something is a bit off actually." She finally admits to my fears. Does she know what just happened here? Oh no...

"It doesn't really sound like my problem. You can go fix it. I have to talk to my student." He says while gesturing towards me.

"Mr. Howell, what level of disrespect is this?"  She has an angry expression as she glares at him. He raises an eyebrow in her direction as if to challenge her.

I decide to cut in. "Mrs. Wickenburg, did you need something from one of us?"

"Yes actually, Ms. Williams your father is here for something. He is in my office and wants to privately speak with you." She says as she points her bony finger towards the door. She wants me leave quickly it seems, it seems she doesn't want me to leave because of my father.

Just as I leave the room the door slams shut behind me.