Wild Adventures with Mr. Morris

#3 Wild Fires

The road to Mr. Morris was lonely, giving me dirty ideas. I peeked at him, stealing glimpses from time to time. His side profile was too good. After a while, I saw him looking at me from the corner of his eyes. I guess he saw me stealing glances at him. I swallowed hard, turning my face to gaze outside the window.

It was already dark outside. The rain has decreased the visibility. But I kept looking as if something magnificent was there outside. I could have imagined it, but I firmly believe I heard a small satirical chuckle escape from his lips. It made me feel flustered. My face must have turned into a tomato. I wanted to hide somewhere, but where could I run? I decided not to look at him again!

Mr. Morris stopped his car in front of a lonely house on the outskirts. Calling that huge place as a house was my first and only forgivable mistake that night.

"Use the umbrella. The path to the front door is a little far. I should widen it sometime." Mr. Morris flashed his perfect smile. I gulped down a chunk of saliva, reminding myself not to stare at his face.

"Your house is quite far from the main place." I stammered, looking for the umbrella clumsily.

"I know. I like peaceful localities. It gives me the freedom to be myself." Mr. Morris smiled, getting out of the car. I followed him, pouting.

I wanted to share the umbrella with him. But he was already walking ahead of me. It broke my little heart to find him so indifferent to my presence. It was clearly another case of one-sided attraction. Why was I always doomed to be in unrequited love? Was I that bad that no one wanted me?

I have been told many times that I shared my mother's features. She is so graceful and beautiful. Even now, men want to take her out on dates. So, what is wrong with me?

I sulked a bit, walking towards the main door, which was open now. Mr. Morris didn't even wait for me by the door. He had vanished inside the vast house, making me sulk even more.

Why bring me to this house if he had no intention of even treat me well? Was I a burden to him? Was he really doing all this because he is simply a good man? Doesn't he have any feelings for me? I was sure he used to stare at me when we used to work in his office. But was it only concern-filled stares, and I mistook it for something more? How could I be so delusional?

I pondered at my misfortunate fate. First Gabriel and now this unattainable blemish crush on my teacher. Why do I have to fall for all implausible men? I sighed, looking at the ceiling. It was a beautiful house. But my mood had turned sour to appreciate anything good now.

"Here!" Mr. Morris flashed a neatly wrapped towel and a pair of his boxers and t-shirt.

I was apprehensive. Was it okay to wear his clothes? I had nothing of my own, and we forgot to buy anything from the supermarket. But wearing his clothes was another thing.

Perhaps, Mr. Morris understood my plight. "It is alright. It will be our secret." He ruffled my hair, chuckling.

His actions put me in a dilemma. Did he treat me like a small kid just now? Was that what he thought about me? Gosh! If he ever found out that I was having all those adult dreams about him, he would literally throw me out of this house! And perhaps, report about me!

I sighed with frustration because of my terrible fate. I deserved this for crushing over my teacher. What was I even thinking?

This house screamed of his wealth. So, someone with money and wealth will never fall for someone despisable like me. More experienced and beautiful women would be throwing themselves at him all the time. He doesn't need to look at me even if he was single at the moment!

"Where is the washroom?" I mumbled in annoyance. Mr. Morris quirked his brows, unsure why I was throwing an attitude at him when he was only trying to help him. But he deserved that. It was his fault that he treated me differently than others.

"That way." He didn't tell me anything, despite his palpable expression, showing his confusion.

I walked away in the given direction without waiting for further exchange of words. Clearly, I was at fault. I was behaving frantically for something that existed only in my head. But for strange reasons, I could not control feeling frustrated. I desperately wanted him to want me like a woman and not see me as a kid.

I took my sweet time to take a hot shower to clear my head. When I was sure that I was prepared to face him, I stepped out of the washroom. His clothes were huge on him. His t-shirt fell almost to my knees, and his boxer was below my knees. It wasn't that I was short. But Mr. Morris was a tall man with an enviable height and physique.

When I stepped into the living area, Mr. Morris had also changed into his home clothes. He was wearing a black v-neck, a long-sleeved t-shirt that hung to his chiseled torso like a second skin. He paired them with, again black, lounge pants. How can someone look so good on them? And why does he have to wear something so fashionable even at home? Was he on a mission to break me?

He was preparing something in the kitchen while talking to someone over the phone. He was in a foul mood. Whoever was on the other side bothered him. I wondered who it could be. Perhaps his girlfriend. Log distances can put a dent in relationships. But I was secretly happy that they were fighting. I am a terrible person I know. I coughed awkwardly to give him a hint that I was here.

He turned to look at me. I was expecting him to ask me to keep quiet or anything. But he swallowed hard, putting an end to his overwrought conversation over the phone. I wasn't wrong this time. He was clearly checking me out in his clothes from head to toe.

I blushed, looking down while playing with my fingers. I didn't know how to react to his stares. For the first time, I could feel his intense gaze on me. It made me feel hot, and my insides squirm. I was expecting some action. But he was fast to recover.

"Your mother was calling you when you were in the washroom." Mr. Morris informed, turning his back to prepare whatever he was doing, making me scowl. But what can I do? Not everyone is insane like me!

"I will talk to her!" I excused myself, going a little farther to talk with my mother. I wasn't sure if I should inform her that I was staying with my hot English teacher.

After a few rings, my mother picked the phone. She sounded tired yet busy. "Yeva, will you be able to handle yourself for tomorrow as well? The patient is someone high profile and in a critical state. I have to stay at work till his health improves. I will send someone to Darcy's give you the house keys tomorrow."

"No! I will come to visit you and take the keys. We plan to watch some movies and wake up late tomorrow. Maybe I will stay at Darcy's until you return." I lied through my teeth.

I simply could not bring myself to tell her the truth. I convinced myself that I lied to her not to trouble her when she was already exhausted and tensed. But deep down, I knew the truth that it was a selfish move by someone lost with lust and fear.

"Take care! Reach the reception in case of any emergency. Love you, Yeva!" My mother said.

"Love you too, ma. Take care!" I replied, disconnecting the call.

I let out a deep breathe to internalize everything. This night was turning out to differ significantly from what I would want it to be.

"Yeva, do you have to go to Darcy's house tomorrow?" Mr. Morris's raspy voice resonated from behind me, startling me. Since when was he standing there? How much exactly has he heard? I gasped. What would he be thinking of me now!

"Um, yes. Tomorrow I will go to Darcy's house. My mother might need to stay at hospital since the patient is someone important and is in critical condition." I answered, running my hand over my hair repeatedly. I had no idea how to meet his eyes again.

"Oh! I was hoping if you could stay and help me with some work." He asked. Confidence was oozing out of him.

I felt stunned as I gaped, looking into his eyes. How could he ask something like that without flinching or mincing his words?

"I mean if it is alright for you and you don't have other plans." He stumbled this time.

"You want me to stay here?" I stuttered. Why was everything becoming jumbled up and complicated? Was he interested in me? Or was it because he has considered me as his assistant or helper?

"Only if you want to!" He rubbed the back of his head, making him look cute. I drooled, unable to answer him. What was I supposed to say?

"I didn't tell my mother that I am here," I answered him honestly.

"I know. I will drop you at the hospital or Darcy's whenever you want to leave." Mr. Morris replied, making me confused. Why does he want me to stay?

"Okay!" I wanted to ask several things, but I ended up agreeing to his odd request. I decided to see where it goes and not guess too much. Nothing was making sense to me, anyway.

"Let's eat." Mr. Morris said clumsily, leading to the living room. I followed him in confusion and anticipation.

The dinner was awkward. We ate in complete silence, gazing into our plates as if it was made of diamonds. Occasionally, Mr. Morris would look at me. But I made sure not to look back. This gorgeous man was making me feel crazy things. And now he was even giving me mixed signals.

"Yeva, would you like to watch a movie?" Mr. Morris asked while doing the dishes. I wanted to tell him yes. But I couldn't think of any appropriate movie we both could watch.

"Mr. Morris, I am not sure what we both could watch together," I answered, playing with the hem of the t-shirt.

"Can you call me, Harvey? We are not at school." He said that out of nowhere.

I gawked as my jaws hung open. He was still my teacher. How was I going to call him by his name?

"You - You are still my teacher." I closed my eyes, breathing those words out.

"It didn't stop you before." He chuckled, drying the utensils.

I could not believe my ears. What had gotten into him suddenly? What was he talking about now? Is he aware of my crush on him? Should I drown myself in a bucket full of water and die?

"What kind of movies do you like?" Mr. Morris changed the topic, making me feel a little at ease.

"Romantic." I blurted out without thinking twice.

A small smile escaped from his lips. It could have a thousand meanings. I gaped clumsily, looking away, breathing heavily.

"Do you want to watch Titanic?" He offered. I agreed to it immediately. I mean, out of all those movies out there, it is the least uncomfortable romantic movie.

"Great! But if you don't call me Harvey, we could totally watch fifty shades of Grey or something." He chuckled, making me grimace.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You are eighteen, right?" He asked, leaning on the kitchen cabinet.

I nodded, my eyes popping out. Now that he was actually making some moves, I was holding back. Wasn't this what I wanted? So why was I afraid?

"You look cute." Mr. Morris closed the distance between us. I cluelessly stepped back. He ended up chuckling again. When I hit the dining table, he leaned, reaching to my ears. "Say, Harvey." He whispered without touching me.

"Ha- Har!" I swallowed hard, closing my eyes.

"Harvey!" He encouraged me in his raspy voice.

"Har- Harvey!" I gasped for air. I had no idea that I was holding back myself from breathing until his name left my lips. He had already withdrawn after his victory, a delightful smile plastered on his face.

My breathing was erratic and uneven while my heart raced under his gaze. I lowered my eyes, biting my lips. But when I could no longer take it, I turned to leave. Mr. Morris, umm Harvey, grabbed my hands, pulling me to him. I bumped into his flat, hard chest.

"Where do you think you are leaving, Yeva?" He leaned to whisper into my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel goosebumps all over my body.

"Mr. Mor-" I had begun speaking when he lifted my face to face him.

"Harvey. Next time you call me Mr. Morris, I will punish you." He twitched the corner of his lips, giving a sinful smile.

"Har- Harvey!" I forgot whatever I was about to say next when his eyes fell on my lips. I swallowed hard.

"Also, next time you see a dream about me, call me Harvey. Otherwise, I will punish you." He mumbled, his voice muffled with lust and desire. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard to hide the intentions that his eyes were giving away.

I looked at him, shocked and ashamed. Was I speaking his name out loud when I slept and dreamed in his office room earlier today? It must be the case. How could I make such a blunder?

"Please forget what you heard!" I stuttered, averting my eyes.

"I wanted to. But you are making it hard for me." Mr. Morris replied.

I looked up to meet his eyes. How was I making it hard for him?

"Why don't we talk about what you dreamed of instead of that movie?" Mr. Morris probed, gazing into my soul.

"I- I- I-" I stammered, feeling restless.

I was feeling afraid, ecstatic, and happy. I was going insane inside. I wanted to pinch myself and confirm if it was not a dream. So many things captured my mind while he kept looking at me passionately.

But before I could even speak or fumble again, his hot mouth crashed on mine. I was taken aback for a moment as my eyes widened with shock. At first, he kissed my lips vigorously. Then he started giving proper attention to one part at a time. Slowly, slowly, I started melting away by his sensual kiss, parting my lips for more.

Mr. Morris took this as an invitation as he immediately forced his tongue inside my mouth. He twirled the insides of his tongue, trying to ravish every corner. I slowly matched his pace, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. He let out a groan because of it, wrapping his hand around my waist to pull me closer. He deepened the kiss, fighting for domination. And before I had settled, the kiss was no more platonic. It was full of passion, roughness, and urgency. He even used his teeth to bite my lips at times.

The random, spontaneous kiss was now a battle of tongues and domination. It was wild.

We took a small gap for air. Both of us were panting, our breathing erratic. But it had started a wildfire that would not die anytime soon. He looked at me with eyes full of lust and desire. "You are so beautiful," he said before crashing his lips on mine.

Damn! I entered a forest full of adventures raging with wildfires of lust and desire with my teacher Harvey Morris.

The way his tongue moved against mine made my insides churn. A thousand butterflies rampaged inside my stomach, making my whole system go haywire. I have kissed before. But I never knew kissing could feel this good.

Mr. Morris's one hand is on my neck, cupping my jaw, while with the other hand, he held me close to his body as if his dear life depended on it. My hands are pressed against his chest over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. I wanted to explore what was beneath them. I kissed him back with eagerness and devotion.

His thumb brushed against my cheek as he sucked on my lower lips before pulling it, slightly biting it in the process. It was some sort of closure for him for now. His eyes were still full of hunger. He leaned into me, resting his forehead on mine. He grabbed my hands with his hands, rubbing my palm with his thumbs.

"God! Yeva, you kiss so well." He whispered, chuckling a little.

I wasn't sure how I should react. But definitely, I had no intentions to hold back myself after this euphoric kiss. It only ignited a fire inside me that wouldn't stop until it burns me wholly.

I opened my eyes to stare into his warm brown eyes. They were already staring at mine. They were a little strained, and something was bothering him.

"Do you regret it?" I stuttered, unsure if I could accept a negative answer from here.

"No! I am worried about how I would control in school now. It is no longer the same. I know now how great a kisser you are, and I don't think I can stop here." He pecked on my lips.

"What are you thinking?" I stammered. My heart paced when what he said sunk in my brain. What was he thinking to do with me?

"Everything you dreamed about me doing to you once you tell me about them. And everything I wanted to do to you since I laid my eyes on you." He let out a devilish smile, making me flushed.