MY STRICT TEACHER IS MY HUSBAND (English)

Chapter 7. The Kiss

KEYCEE'S POV

"I knew this was gonna happen," I whispered while sitting on Ace's bed. We had to share the same room because of his grandfather. I glanced at him, who was still busy typing on his laptop. "What time will you finish that?" I asked, but he didn't answer and just continued what he was doing. "I'm going to sleep . . . in your bed. Is that okay?" I asked sweetly, trying to get his precious attention, even though I wasn't sure if he heard me.

"Sleep anywhere. Except in my bed," he responded coldly, causing me to sigh, so I stood up and picked up one of his pillow. I frowned and moved to the couch that was also inside his room.

I don't want to argue with him because his grandfather might hear us. I arranged the pillow on the couch and lay down there, while he was still seriously facing his laptop and couldn't even glance at me.

I'm not used to sleeping on the couch, so I'm restless, tossing and turning. I took my phone out of my pyjamas pocket, trying to entertain myself by playing games because I couldn't sleep. Who can sleep soundly if you're just lying on the couch anyway?

After a couple of minutes playing, I still didn't feel sleepy so I got up and took the math book out of my bag.

I returned to the couch and stared at the page I was in. Wait? Was it taught to us? How did this happen?

I looked at Ace, I wanted to ask him a question but he was still busy so I just turned my gaze back on the page, trying to recall the moment he discussed this funny stupid math problem.

Later on, my attention was caught when I saw him stand up and arrange his things after turning off his laptop.

"You done? Are you going to sleep?" I asked, and he just hummed as a response. "Wait. I just want to ask something." He sat on the edge of the bed and set the alarm clock and I took the opportunity to come closer. "I don't know how to solve this. Can you teach me, please?" I asked as nicely as I could.

He looked at me suddenly with his cold eyes. "Now is not the time for class. It's time for me to rest."

"Just teach me for a while. Or just give me an example so I—"

"No. I'm sleepy," he cut me off, making me frowned.

"Besides your attitude, sir, what else is wrong with you?" I asked, irritated.

Then he huffed. "Huh! So, you're talking back now? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You said you'll make up to me. This is all I'm asking! To teach me! But you're not doing it!" I turned away from him in disgust. I returned to the couch and grabbed my notebook together with my pen.

Annoyed, I went to his study table and sat there. It's up to him if he doesn't want to teach me. I can study alone without him! Yeah, he's smart, but his attitude is annoying!

"What is it that you don't understand?" He suddenly spoke behind me, I didn't realize he was standing there.

"Everything!" I said, annoyed.

I heard him sigh before leaving the room. When he came back, he had books with him. He also took a chair and sat next to me.

"If you don't understand everything I taught, start studying it again." He dropped the three books in front of me. Those were the books from my first, second and third year in high school. "Everything I'm teaching now has been taught to you before, so why do you say you don't understand everything?" He's getting annoyed, too. He took one of the books and opened it, as well as the book I was holding. "Look at this. It's the same and it's really easy!" I looked at what he was pointing at, and yes, the topic is almost the same.

I admit that we have studied that before, but is it my fault if I don't remember it? It's my fvcking brain's fault!

"I . . . d-don't remember how to . . . do it." I looked down at my fingers, shy. Now, I feel more stupid.

He takes my pencil and starts working out the problem on the side of the paper. He goes into great detail about how it's done, but somehow, I just can't bring myself to concentrate. I noticed how beautiful his eyes are, how cute his hair looks when it falls into his face, how long and elegant his fingers are. Everything about him is so attractive to me that I can't even pay attention to the boring math that he is talking about.

"Do you understand now?" he finally asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh?" I said, looking down to my paper. I didn't hear a single word he said, so I have no idea how to do the work that he just told me to do.

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" he said as if challenging me. I cleared my throat, looking down at the work that he just did. It was like he had just written something in some obscure dead language.

Ugh! Is it necessary to study math? When I grow up, I just want to be his good and caring wife! I won't need math when I serve him food or wash his clothes, right?

"I'm angry and I want to die! What else do you not understand?!" He was annoyed while tugging at his hair.

"It's hard," I mumbled.

"What else should I do to make it easier for you? What else should I explain for you to understand?" The irritation was obvious in his voice. I looked up at him again. Suddenly, my eyes stuck on his lips. I was looking at his reddish lips. "What?" he asked, with his eyebrows furrowed. I didn't say anything and looked down at my paper.

Why am I nervous?

He places his right hand on my shoulder. "You really should study, though," he said reassuringly. "I don't want you to fail out of the exam."

As soon as I heard it, my heart ached a little bit. I feel bad for not listening to him when he was trying to explain what to do, but I really just can't bring myself to pay attention to the math aspect of his explanation. But the amount he cares about me, makes me smile brightly. To be honest, I hadn't heard him talk like this before because he's not the concern-type and it feels good right now.

"You can do it, right?" He patted my shoulder and then stood up, returning to his comfy bed.

"But I have no desire to do it," I whispered to myself, and I didn't know that he heard that, making him turned to me again.

"How about?" He pauses for a moment, seeming to be thinking. He walked closer and sat next to me. "How about . . . for every question you get right . . . I give you a kiss?"

My eyes widened and my heart skips a beat. I can't tell if he's being serious or not. He still has that playful grin on his lips. What if he's just kidding?

Well, who cares if he was just kidding or not? As if I wanted a kiss from him! Psh!

"Y-You mean that?" I asked nervously. And I don't know why I responded that way. Maybe I wasn't in my right mind.

"If it helps you to study," he said. "Come on. Get one right."

I nodded unconsciously and I turned my gaze back to my paper. I really wanted to get a question right so that I can get a kiss from him.

Omg. Why do I want it?!

As I go over the math question, I can't help but wonder if he's being serious. What if he was just playing with me and he didn't really mean it? That would be a cruel joke, I think as I write out the work for the question that I'm on.

I looked at what I had done on the paper before showing it to him.

"I don't know if that's right." I handed him the paper and he took it.

He looks down at it, studying if for a minute. That minute seems to drag on for hours and I watch him intently, hoping and praying that he says I got it right.

Finally, he looks up and laughs. "You got it right. Amazing! What that kind of incentive will do, hmm?" he teases me and I laughed nervously, my eyes fixing on his lips. I hope that they will eventually be pressed on mine.

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, cupping my chin in one hand. He lets the kiss linger for a little while, and I placed a hand at the back of his neck. I can't help but smiled. I want this moment to last forever.

Mr. L.