Mr. Matthew’s (part 5)
“It was a pleasure meeting you…again,” Mr. Matthew said. The right side of his mouth twitched up, but went back to its prior resting place.
Is he laughing at me? “You too,” I said slowly, cautiously. “My son loves your class. It might even be his favorite. Thank you for taking such good care of him,” and me that night. I wanted to slap myself in the forehead after that thought.
“That’s good to hear, making a difference is the whole reason I started teaching. Being Austin’s teacher satisfies that,” he coughed and looked at me with his dark brown eyes and stared at me…what was he thinking?
I stood there and smiled at him. But the longer we stayed in silence the hotter I felt and the heat rose up from my lower torso to my chest, to my neck and climbed to my cheeks. I watched his Adam’s Apple move up and down and his hands were partly in his dark blue jeans front pocket. God, I found that to be incredibly sexy. No wonder that lady practically barreled out earlier. Just his presence had me speechless. Now we were done talking about my son, I just didn’t know what to say. My brain hadn’t registered that it was time to leave.
But he was staring at me too, right?
The silence was killing me, “So I guess I will be taking me leave.” Seriously, Arial? ‘Taking my leave’ who says that anymore. “Have a good night Mr. Matthews.” I gave him a once over not holding myself back. Who knew when I would get to see him again. He was beautiful and my eyes enjoyed looking, I couldn’t deprive them of this one last look. They wandered from his dark blue jeans where his fingers were still in his pockets to the the space between them…shit…there was definitely something there begging to come out. God he was gorgeous, he was huge from what I remembered that night. I forced my eyes up taking in his light blue plaid button up shirt. It was tucked in and it was just tight enough to see the contours of his abs. My gaze went up further to his pecks and his bulging biceps, which were accentuated by how his hands rested in his pockets. Further up to his muscular neck that begged me to bite it and then to his full lips that were slightly parted. He was breathing heavy. Oh my god he totally know I was checking him out. And he…liked it?
Completely and utterly embarrassed I got caught though I didn’t really try to hide it, I couldn’t meet those deep, dark brown eyes that I loved so much.
My fine piece of milk chocolate bar was my sons teacher and I was obsessed. I have to get out of here. “Alright, have a good night.” I bolted out of the room not able to meet his gaze.