The Educator

Elliot and I are laying on the carpeted floor, panting fast. My head rested on Elliot’s chest. I hear his heart beating, feel the sweat on his chest against my cheek. I look up to Elliot and finally ask, “Elliot?”

“Yeah?” he answers whilst panting

“What was your childhood like? Why do you have scars?” I ask him. He looks down at me. Elliot moves me head a little, his body faces me and our faces are closer. From where I was, I could see how Elliot’s eyes had a blue hue underneath all the green. His lashes are long and the stubble on his face has become my new comfort zone.

Elliot notices how I have observed him. His brow raises “What?”

I swallow, “Nothing, it’s just I never noticed how blueish greenish your eyes are” I tell him.

them? Do you want

pulls my face closer for a kiss. I lay to my side to a get a deeper kiss. My arms are around his neck to pull him closer to me. His lips are soft and

deeply into my eyes. He sighs as he places a few strands of my hair behind my ear, “Eli, I want to keep as safe

him, “Elliot, I know. I understand”

am trying

I cut him off,

a kiss on my forehead. He then proceeds to ask, “So,

on your biceps?” I ask him. Elliot raises the other arm where his scars are. He looks at them and takes a moment, as if he’s trying to remember everything. The scars on his biceps were thick but