I followed him down the long corridor, my hand grasping his as we hurried along. I had to admit, the school was quite different in the dark. The windows for the classroom doors reflected the moon that shone through the outside windows. The usually crowded hallways were deathly silent, save for our breathing and footsteps. Neither of us said a thing as we stumbling toward his classroom and while he fumbled for his keys. They jingled merrily as he dug them out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He held it open for me, always the gentleman, and locked it again behind us.

Slowly I walked across the tile floor, my eyes taking in the sight of my favourite room bathed in darkness. This was the classroom that I always had been most comfortable in, with the flags hanging from the ceiling and the walls lined with maps, posters, and paintings. I had made friends, learned some of the most valuable things in my life, and had fallen in love. All in this very room.

His desk, as always, was a complete unorganized mess of papers and folders, despite the fact that school wasn’t even in session. I smiled a bit, and glanced over my shoulder to him. My heart thudded in my chest as he grinned back, that devilish little smile that made him seem all the more sexy to me. The corners of his lips would just twitch up, his eyebrows going with them and a suggestive little twinkle danced in his eyes. He walked forward, his hand lightly touching the end of my back as he past me. I watched him closely as he pulled up the shades on his windows, and I smiled again. He was the only teacher I knew on the third floor that pulled them down when he was out of the room.

My eyes slowly drank in the sight of him. Despite the early July heat, he was still smartly dressed in a pair of khakis that fit him just right and a button down shirt. He pushed open the windows and turned, gesturing for me to come next to him. Circling some of the desks, I leaned against the shelves under the windows. He inched toward me, smiling the entire time. This smile was different than his deliciously mischievous one. It was the smile that made my legs turn to jelly and my stomach give a little flip-flop. I could see his eyes, despite the lack of lighting in the room. His eyes were possibly the most gorgeous set of eyes I had ever looked into, a pale blue in deep contrast with his Italian looks.

I felt the sudden urge to kiss him, but I did not dare. Our relationship had not yet progressed into such a physically intimate level. We were just two like-minded individuals that shared an intellectual bond. We could discuss anything between us, and our political ideals never caused fights between us. He wanted to understand my thoughts and ideas, just as I wanted to his.

We still did not speak. We just stood there, leaning against the shelf and looked one another over. I felt as if his gaze was undressing my very being and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more attractive than when he would stare directly into my eyes, instead of my at chest or my lips. Most girls seem to like it when the one their in love with looks them over, drinking in the sight of their breasts or backside. Not me, though. When men leered at my body as if I were a piece of meat, I always felt disgusted. With myself and with them. But when a man stared directly into my eyes, taking in the contours of my soul rather than my body…I felt beautiful. He knew this, which is exactly why he would do it.

“I think the fireworks should be starting soon…” He murmured, smiling a bit as he finally broke the silence.

“Do you think we’ll have a good view from up here?” I asked, finally finding my voice and looking out over the parking lot of the High School. I had nearly forgotten even the reason we were up in his classroom. I had wanted to see the fireworks…it was tradition, it being the Fourth of July. I could see the technicians that set off the fireworks in the tennis court past the parking lot. It certainly was going to be loud…

“I think we have the best view in the area.” He answered, smiling that devious smirk. He had to stop doing that. So I told him.

“You have to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asked, looking suddenly puzzled.

“That smile…” I answered, trailing off.

“What about my smile?”

“That one in particular, the one that looks like you’re plotting something.” I took a deep breath. “Let’s just say it wouldn’t take much for my self control to break if you keep smiling like that.”

“Is that so?” And the bastard smiled like that again.

“Yes, it is so!” I grumbled, being my little overly-dramatic self.

“How horrible it must be for you.” He mocked. “Wanting your self-control to break so badly but refusing to let it.”

“Quite the confident little thing, thinking that I want my self-control to break.” I teased back. He laughed out loud, and took my hand in his again.

“You’ve wanted your self-control to break since the moment you stepped into this classroom.” He whispered, leaning in slowly. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered to my lip and then back to my eyes.

His eyes were open when our lips finally touched. As were mine, though they had to focus a bit. It was small at first, just our lips resting against one another. But slowly he pulled me a bit closer to him, his hand still wrapped around mine and his other arm resting on my hip. He stood up fully, pushing away from the shelf. Feeling a bit brave, my arm slowly trailed up his chest and hooked around his neck.

And then as if every animal instinct took hold from the darkest depths of our minds, we were hungrily feeding off one another mouth. Our tongue sliding against one another, teeth nipping ever so gently at each other’s lips. I don’t remember who moved against who, but our bodies were soon pressed closely to the other. I somehow was turned, the end of my back digging painfully into the shelf. He had pinned me against the shelf. I ignored the pain though, as all of my energies were focused on the mouth on mine.

It did not stop there. His mouth pulled itself from my lips, and his led a small trail of kisses along my jaw line until he arrived at the tender flesh behind my earlobe. He nibbled ever so slightly, his tongue tracing circles against my skin. Every nerve inside of my body was on fire, and a small, nearly inaudible moan escaped my lips. He sucked in a breath, and kissed the back of my ear. I shuddered against him, my heart now pounding in my throat. It was all I could hear, the steady thumping in my ears.

But then suddenly, it wasn’t the only thing I could ear. It sounded as if someone had set off a bomb behind us, and I jumped nearly three miles in the air. The fireworks had started…And interrupted us.

He was chuckling a bit now at my reaction, and he pulled away ever so slightly.

“Take you by surprise?” He teased in a slightly challenging voice.

“Maybe.” I answered a bit sheepishly, licking my lips. Neither of us seemed to care as I threw both of my arms around his shoulders against and attacked his lips.