Little Accident
1091 Words
Stacy POV
As the sky darkens, I emerge from the bathroom, drying my long, wavy hair with a towel. With a relaxed mind, I walk and sit at the corner of the bed. Subsequently, my fingers turn on the hairdryer, and let its heat immediately caress my thick black hair. At this point, my mind begins to ponder what June is doing with my brother. Yet, I cast it away because it will make me feel delusional about my feelings for June.
If someone asks whom I'll fall for, I'll admit that I have a crush on my private teacher. I cannot deny that I fall for a woman who is much older than me. Although there is a seven-year age gap for us, I don’t mind it. What matters the most is her overwhelming care for me, even though her yells can irritate me somehow. I know that she must give me lessons for the subjects that I’m not very good at, yet her caring and passionate attitude has a special place in my heart.
After my hair has dried enough, I decide to check my schedule for the next day. Then, I noticed that I had a summary homework given by Mr. Loubuskin, the History subject teacher. With the textbook and a pen in my right hand, I begin to open the page I’m supposed to read and comprehend its contents. A few minutes later, I lost myself in pouring the ideas onto a piece of paper based on the existing resources written in the book. Then, suddenly, I feel the dryness rub my throat, so I get out of my room to grab a drink. As my feet caressed the stairs carefully, the noise of the familiar voices stopped my steps.
“S-sam, don’t..do..it, p-please.”
“You’re drunk, honey, but still look beautiful. How can I resist your beauty, hm?”
“But not now, Sam.”
That noise caught my attention suddenly. My intention to get a cup of water changes to find out what the couple is trying to do. Gently, I peek behind the cupboard, witnessing Sam, my brother, kissing his girlfriend passionately as they sit on the sofa. As their kisses grow deeper, my brother begins to unbutton June’s blouse. The intense lust of his kisses makes me dumbfounded because I barely sense it whenever he interacts with June.
At that moment, I also notice that June doesn’t feel comfortable with the kisses. Maybe she is not yet ready, or there is another reason for not doing the s****l thing. With the bravery in myself I have gathered, I inhale deeply, walk towards them, and interrupt, “Ehm, excuse me, Sam??”
The intimate foreplay is then stopped. With the resentment filling his orbs, Sam stares at me and protests, “Can’t you please stop ruining my important moment?? I’ve been waiting for a long time for this intimate thing!”
I lock my eyes on him and say, “Don’t you forget that mom and dad are sleeping?? They can be awakened because of your noise. It will be nastier if they find you make out in the living room!”
After the reminder comes out of my mouth, the man with a black undercut hairstyle sighs. As his orbs diverge from mine, I realize that June looks at me with her relieved expression. Her beautiful orbs show gratitude to me for interrupting the intense activity. Then, I break the silence, “Instead of making out with a drunk woman, why don’t you prepare a guest room and let her stay for a night?”
“Dammit! You ruined my mood tonight!” Sam snaps as he storms off, leaving June and me alone.
Streaking my nape, I approach her and offer, “You can sleep on my bed tonight. Don’t worry. I can sleep on the couch tonight.”
Her orbs channeling confusion and panic at the same time, but she still manages to look calm by saying, “Well, I guess I should get home by a taxi. It’s quite late.”
I clear my throat and convince her by throwing a comment, “Are you sure about it, Miss? I’m afraid that there will be strangers or thugs around the streets, looking for random women to satisfy their lustful needs.”
Her beautiful, innocent orbs divert from mine. Along with the contemplated expression, I can sense that she has run out of ideas on how to get home safely. Therefore, I gently grab her right hand and persuade, “Just follow me. Staying here for a night will not bother my sleep on the couch.”
In a few minutes, June and I arrive at my bedroom. Immediately, I tidy up my books on the desk. After that, I open the blanket and fix the pillows and invite June, “Here is the bed, Miss. I hope that you don’t mind the modest condition of my bed.”
June enters, approaches the bed, and says carefully, “Thank you for your assistance, Stacy.”
“You’re welcome, Miss. Have a nice sleep and good night,” I utter and smile. At the same moment, I also carry a small pillow and another blanket I take from the cupboard, on my left side.
Once, when I’m about to step out of my room, I feel that her hand touches my arm from the back as she says, “Wait, Stacy.”
“Yes, Miss? Any other things you need?” I turn my head and ask.
“Just call me by name if we are not in the lesson. I’m okay with that,” She answers and streaks a warmhearted smile that always succeeds in melting my heart.
“Okay, June.” I obey her request without any other protests. I know it may sound impolite to call her by name directly, but I don’t want to quarrel over a simple thing. Plus, it is June, herself, asking me to call her name without any title in front since we are not on a private lesson.
Once I reached the couches on the first floor, I lay down and wrapped myself in a blanket. It is a bit uncomfortable to rest my body here, but I adapt easily to it, and it is for June Bentley, my crush. Even if she stays longer here, I don’t mind when I must sleep on the couch and letting her have my room for another few days.
End of POV
TO BE CONTINUED..
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