So Many Reasons Why (So Many Reasons 1)

He loved me.

“Yes, I love you. Now concentrate on me.” He ordered. I drew in a deep breath. I looked at Simon, trying to block out everything around me. His eyes were beautiful. I could look into them forever. And his lips. Oh god his lips. I could only imagine the pleasure he could give me with those lips. And that tongue. Fuck, I could almost feel his tongue on me. Was it possible to orgasm through thought alone?

“Em? You did it.” I broke out of my daydream and looked around. I was outside. Well, technically I was still inside considering I was only in the hallway, but I was outside of my apartment. I hadn't been outside my apartment since I'd moved in. Even then I'd been so sedated I had no memory of it.

I began to shiver. My lip started to quiver. I forced myself to breathe. It wasn't being outside that made me panic. It was knowing I was outside.

I felt a lump in my throat begin to form. That could only mean one thing. Tears. I tried to hold them back, but it was no use.

“Good girl Em, deep breaths.” I felt Simon's arms wrap around me. I was safe. I felt safe. I was outside my apartment and nothing bad had happened. I let Simon lead me back inside. He gently guided me to the couch, laying my head on a cushion and putting my feet up.

“I am so unbelievably proud of you, baby.” He whispered. Hell yeah. I was proud of myself! Take that, life engulfing agoraphobia! I was going to kick your ass!

I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

My head was throbbing. The intense pain is what knocked me out of my sleep I was sure. I lifted my head, and the pain intensified. I glanced around. It took me a moment to realise I was on the couch, bent into all types of angles. My skirt had risen slightly, displaying my lovely comfy undies.

Damn you comfy blue and pink undies.

“Hi you.” Simon smiled, his eyes on my derriere. I blushed and sat up, straitening my skirt in the process. He laughed, turning his attention back to his laptop. “Essays.” He explained. I jumped up.

My essay. Shit.

“Holy fucking shit are you serious?” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to relieve the pounding pain. I imagined telling my parents I'd failed a class. Maybe I could throw in a 'By the way I'm in love with a teacher twice my age.' At least that would throw the focus off the fail. I began to pace up and down the length of the couch.

“Settle down, Em.” I glared at Simon, his smile abruptly fading.

“Settle?” I screeched. “You want me to fucking settle?” How could I? This would ruin my future. There was no way in hell they'd let me into honours with a fail against my name. Shit, shit, shit.

“Em!” Shouted Simon. I sat down. “Don’t you ever check your student email anymore? With so many extension requests, I've given everyone an extra week.” I felt my heart rate begin to return to normal. What a fucking relief. What would I have done? I'd really been neglecting my workload since Simon. Which is impressive, considering I had fuck all to do with my time.

“You couldn’t have told me that in person?”

Simon rolled his eyes at my annoyance. “Exactly how much time have you spent on your essay in the last week anyway, Emma?”

“That is so beside the point. It would have been nice to know I had extra time is all I’m saying.”

“Yes and if you’d checked your email like every other student, you would have known.” He kissed me on my nose.

“I need you to go and not bother me for two days.” I announced. Simon's mouth dropped open. Obviously he hadn't been expecting that. He looked stunned.

“What?”

“I need a great grade. You are a distraction.” I shrugged my shoulders, illustrating how simple it was. Simon pulled me back into his arms. He nibbled at my neck.

“I'll give you a distraction.” He muttered. Oh boy. Well maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, I reasoned, letting him work his way down to my collarbone, and back up toward my lips. He turned my head and met my lips with a forceful kiss. I felt my insides melt. This man was amazing. All sorts of wonderful. He made me feel so alive, so wanted. I wanted him. If I was going to go without him for a week, I needed to feel him inside of me, and soon.

“Are you coming?” Halfway to the bedroom, I turned to Simon, who was still lying on the couch.

“I thought I was being kicked out?” He smiled cheekily. Leading him down the hallway, I tossed my head over my shoulder.

“You will be when I’m done with you.” He kissed me. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt. He ran his hand from my neck down past my belly button, making me shiver. I was so turned on. He lifted the shirt off my shoulders, letting it float to the floor.

His fingers traced the straps of my bra. He pulled down each strap, exposing my breasts. He breathed in sharply, gently licking my neck with his tongue. His mouth travelled down, over my nipple, circling, rousing feelings deep inside me I never knew I had.

“Oh lord.” I gasped, losing my balance. He caught me and manoeuvred me onto the bed. We fell onto the bed, he held himself above me as he took a moment to take my naked body in.