I woke up feeling weird and happy at the same time. I realized I was happy because I had dreamt about Megan and I, and how we had kissed and it had felt amazing. I turned over, and I realized suddenly…
It hadn’t been a dream.
I sat up, realizing I had actually kissed Megan last night, and not just once, but multiple times. I felt the familiar aching in my chest as to why I had done that, but not regretting it at all. I felt guilty, obviously because of Emma, but for some reason I was worried more about Megan and how she was doing.
Then I remembered Shawn was coming home today.
I felt everything inside me crumble, like I was going to completely fall apart at the thought of dealing with Megan and Shawn today. Why did I kiss Megan? What had possessed me to do that?
Alcohol and low inhibitions.
I palmed my forehead, realizing dealing with this was going to be really messy and painful, but I had to do it. I had to apologize or something… even though I didn’t really regret anything. It had been quite perfect actually, the way I remembered it.
I pulled myself out of bed even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t even want to walk outside my room, but Shawn’s plane was about to land and I was picking him up.
I honestly had no choice.
I walked to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror and touching my lips, reliving the moment of a moment that should have never happened.
But God it had been so perfect.
I felt something in my chest, something I wasn’t familiar with but liked at the same time. It was something I hadn’t felt before with anyone, and it made me want to see Megan. I felt the need to see her and hear her voice, and touch her and make sure she was okay.
I was just scared to actually face her.
I pulled on my usual jeans and leather jacket, grabbing my keys and taking in a deep breath as I stared at my door.
I mumbled, “C’mon Sam, it might not be that bad.”
I closed my eyes, feeling anxiety and anxiousness build up in my chest as I turned my doorknob, letting myself out.
She was sitting there at the counter waiting patiently, as if there was nothing going on. I watched her silently, walking through the kitchen nervously as I rounded the counter.
She spoke, “We need to leave if we want to be there when Shawn lands.”
I nodded, almost flinching as she spoke, “Yea.”
I followed her as we climbed into my car, and I quickly turned on the radio to drown out the silence. I heard the familiar sound of ACDC come through the speakers as I hit the road, feeling the tension threaten to strangle.
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Assisting Miss Adams (GirlXGirl) OLD VERSION
Romance~TeacherXStudent/ GirlXGirl~ Sam never had an easy life, and as she battles with the memories of her dysfunctional past she also has to battle the sexual tension she has for her hot History teacher, Miss Adams. When her older brother brings home a f...