The Educator

Chapter 20: 20

The next morning, I wake up and head downstairs. I see Elliot and he sees me immediately. Last night

came flashing back. I walk downstairs and a knock was on the door. It was room service, as usual.

Once everything was on the breakfast nook, Elliot and I sit and eat but in silence. It was awkward, as if

we were back to square one. A few minutes into the meal and we’re still silent. I could not forget the This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

conversation that I heard last night but it didn’t make me feel awkward. It made me feel as if I was

hoping that I could hear it, needless to say from his lips.

“Elliot” I whisper, “about last night… I just wanted to clear the air”

Elliot is silent and not looking at me. He is just staring down at his food. I look at him and say, “Elliot, I

just want to know where we are. I’m not insisting that this be something serious. I just wan----”

“Let’s go out later, maybe to the beach? Get some sun” He suggests.

I blink and stare at him, “What? Elliot…”

“Come on, it will be fun. I was thinking island hopping too” he suddenly stands and is headed to his

room. He looks over me and says, “Come on!”

I stand and I follow him, “Elliot we should talk about this” I open his door. I see Elliot changing clothes,

his top off and his bottoms the only piece of clothing covering him. We both stand, looking at one

another. I walk up to him, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not” he whispers but he just continues to look at me intently. I swallow and place my hands over

my chess. I press my lips together and open if for a moment. Elliot walks come closer to me, he hovers

and we both quiet still. I look up at him, our eye connecting. My surroundings suddenly feel as if its not

there. My ears a deaf, high pitched eerie sounds and everything around us looks blurred. Elliot cups my

face in his hands and kisses me softly, lightly but passionately. He pulls away for a moment to look at

my reaction and when he realizes that I am nowhere near protesting, he pulls me in again, this time by

my waist. He slides his hands underneath my thighs to hoist me up, slams me on the bed. I use my

arms to move my body to the upper part of the bed, just underneath the headboard. Elliot craws over

me, topping me over and continues to kiss me still. I pull him by his hair, signaling him to come closer

to me.

I pull away for a moment, “Elliot, what are we doing?”

He pants from the kissing, “Eli, I don’t know. All I know is that it feels good” he whispers and we

continue to kiss. He slowly slides his hand underneath my shirt and he cups me. His hands are gentle,

making sure that he doesn’t hurt me as he touches me. He slowly rolls up my shirt over my head. My

upper body is exposed and he looks down at me for a moment. He leans down to kiss my neck, I could

feel something rough from his face, probable the stubbles on his face. I tilt my head back and fold my

legs upward. He kisses me from my neck to my chest to my navel. He looks up at me for split second

before he pulls my shorts down. He steps back and takes off his clothes before coming over me. We

continue kissing again, he places his face on the crook of my neck and starts kissing me there. He

reaches down between us. I can feel it. My stomach having butterflies, as if I was being carried by air. It

was on cloud nine for the whole time we were together. We are not speaking, it is all eye contact,

touching and motion that helps us communicate with one another. He thrusts in and out of me for quite

some time before, he motions me to flip me over to my belly and my back to him. He stars kissing me

back before he kneels behind me. He thrusts again, in and out of me. I could feel the sensation from

the bottom of my belly. My nails dig in the pillows, I pull one of the pillows and put it underneath my

belly. I pull myself up and put all my weight onto clinging to the headboard.

“Elliot” I whisper his name but there’s this pressing tone. He continues the motion and I feel as if my

head his cloudy and my vision blurs out. I hear him moan out after I come down from my high. Elliot

and I lay together, panting. He pulls over the duvet and we cuddle. It was surreal, the moment itself

was surreal, as if no other moment mattered, or was even more important than this.

“Eli” he whispers, “I’m starting to like where we are”

I smile to myself, “Elliot, I like where we are. I just don’t know where we are exactly”

Elliot motions me to turn over and look at him, “What do you want this to be?”

I roll my eyes, “We’re married on paper but we’re not married married” I tell him.

He sighs, “Eli, I would like to take you on a date today” he tells me, “no pressure of what we think this is

but I do want to take you on a date. We don’t even have to go out. We can just stay here and have a

date however you want it”

I smile up at him, “Elliot, that’s really nice of you” I whisper