I giggled softly as he kissed my neck, letting out a moan of pleasure.

“Shhh,” I whispered. “If my parents find you here-”

“Don’t worry, they won’t hear us,” he grinned at me. His wide smile that made creases appear at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, Mr Johnson-”

“We’re not at school now, Cathy,” he whispered in between kisses as he worked his way down my body. “In this room, I’m not a teacher.” Of course, not the most handsome teacher at the school.

“Oh, sir,” I played. “You want a naughty schoolgirl?” I pushed him back onto my bed and pulled down his trousers.

“Stop it,” his voice was harsher now. I couldn’t help but start, before sitting back against my wardrobe. “Fine,” I said indignant.

He knelt in front of me and took my chin in his hand. “I mean it, in this room I’m not your teacher. I love you.”

“You what?”

“I love you.” His grin made my stomach fly into my heart.

“I don’t know,” I was talking to myself. “It’s not been long, and you’re my … No, you’re not. Not here. Fuck it. I love you too!”