But it still wasn't enough because I wanted more.
I wanted to stay...
I thought I was going home after we finished. When Daniel pulled away from me a little, I knew it was time to get my stuff and call an Uber. But he surprised me by taking me gently in his arms and arranging me on the bed, then covering me with a blanket.
And then he walked away. I was lying on the bed motionless, afraid to even breathe, trying not to destroy this fairy tale.
But he came back from the bathroom with a couple of hot wet towels to wipe away the traces of my virgin blood. He was so gentle, I couldn't even believe it was the same man who’d mistreated me when we first met.
"Sleep, you have to rest," he whispered into my ear before turning off the light and arranging himself next to me.
"I thought I had to go now," I whisper. I don't want him to think that I'm dying to stay, especially after he told me so many times that it was impossible.
No, I want him to think that it was nothing for me, just sex, like it was for him. And it doesn't matter how big this lie is.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says huskily, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Oh my gosh, now I can't breathe for real. The emotions are overwhelming me.
"I thought you didn't do sleepovers." I chuckle with joy, no matter how hard I’m trying not to, and turn to face him.
He turns off the side lamp, but my eyes quickly adjust to the darkness, so I still can see his face perfectly illuminated by street lights.
Daniel Vanderbilt is...smiling?
I can't believe it! He is smiling for real! How can that be?
And it's not the mischievous smirk I’ve seen on his face before. No, this smile is different. It exposes his perfect teeth and even extends to his eyes. It’s completely changed his face to something I've never seen before.
He's smiling as if he's happy forreal.
When he notices me staring at him, he pulls me closer, pressing me to his body and placing his head over mine, so I won't be able to see his face anymore.
"Sleep, Savannah," he whispers into my ear. "You have no idea what's ahead of you tonight."
He speaks slowly, alternating each word with gentle, barely perceptible kisses to my forehead. His voice is soft, and when goosebumps arise on my shoulders, he notices it and runs his fingers over them.
I shudder, my stomach contracting with butterflies dancing inside of it.
No, I cannot fall in love with Daniel Vanderbilt, no way. He's a jerk, a player, and moreover, he's my teacher until the end of the school year.
And even worse, he will never feel anything for me. His heart is as cold as ice; I know that. I've known it from the very first second I saw him.
Then why the hell do I feel like I do? And what can I do to change that?
"Why did you agree to be a teacher at our school?" I ask quietly, finally ruining the silence, and Daniel stops kissing me. His lips freeze next to my ear, and I can feel his breathing get heavier on my skin.
I want him to continue kissing me, I really do, but what I want even more is for him to talk to me so I can know him better.
Before this fairy tale is over.
"Because I promised my father I would take over the academy if something happened to him," he says after a long pause.
To be honest, I thought he was going to try to avoid my questions.
"So you were close?" I continue, part of me beginning to believe that Daniel is going to stay this friendly forever.
"I'm not answering your questions, Savannah," he says sternly, trying to make me understand that this conversation is over.