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Burning . My whole body is on fire.
The way Caden stares at me, his green eyes
never wavering from mine, makes my body
burn and tingle as it has never done before. I
want so badly to look away, but I can't seem
to turn my head. Without touching me he is
holding me captive, like a bird locked in its
cage with no way out.
I should be scared even terrified and yet, I am
not. Just the thought of being held captive by
him inflames me. From the corner of my eye, I
can see the rise and fall of my breasts with
each large breath I take, still glad I am taking
air into my lungs.
Just having Caden this close to me is making
me lose all sense of reality. I have never been
like this with any man, not even with Derek.
But no matter how much Caden's closeness is
a distraction or how my body is burning from
the inside out, all I can do is think about how
red my face is at the moment. Because right
now, I can literally die from embarrassment.
Caden is right, I was reading an erotic
romance book, but what he doesn't know is
that I was in the middle of reading a juicy sex
scene when he approached my table.
I was already hot and bothered, but now having
Caden just mere inches from me makes me
want to experience all the naughty things that
were happening in the book. I can just imagine
it, Caden pulling me in for a wet steamy kiss,
ripping my clothes off, bending me down
against this table with my legs spread wide
apart and letting him take me right here right
now in front of all these ---
Mentally slapping myself I break away from my
sexual thoughts. What has gotten into me? I'm
like some horny teenager. Heck, I'm probably
worse than that, Caden hasn't even touched me
yet and here I am fantasizing about us having
sex in the café. I blame the damn book for my
dirty thoughts. I'm never like this.
However, this doesn't erase the fact that I am
practically drooling for the guy in front of me,
while he probably thinks I'm a lonely single
teacher who comes to a café at night to drink
tea by herself. If that is what he thinks, at least
he isn't wrong.
Should I lie and tell him that I wasn't reading
an erotic romance book? For all he knows I
could just be reading a regular romance book
with no hot steamy sex scenes. No, his eyes
see too much, if I lie he would know, my face
would tell it all. I've never been a great liar
My eyes drop down breaking our eye contact. I
turn slightly away before answering a quiet,
When I don't hear an instant reply, I turn back
glancing in his direction.
I am surprised to see a devilish grin on his
face like he is excited and satisfied with my
answer. But why would he be?
Caden pulls away from me and leans back
against the chair, his arms crossed. "I'm glad
you like those type of books."
Once again, why? Call me a coward, but I was
afraid to ask, I'll rather not know the answer at
all. Maybe it's because I fear what his answer
might be or the fact that I am currently too
embarrassed to continue with this awkward
subject. So, I did what I usually do when I get
stuck in a sticky situation, I take a detour. In
this case, change the topic.
I give him my best half-smile, "So Caden, what
are you doing here tonight?"
I am glad he takes the hint and changes the
topic. "Well, I was actually on a blind date."
"Oh really?" I'm not sure if I should ask how it
"It didn't go so well though," Caden says
Relief washes over me. Relief? Was I glad that
Caden's blind date didn't go well?
Before I could ponder over my own question
Caden continues. "I wasn't expecting much
from this date anyway. It's always like this
whenever I go on a blind date with a woman
my mom picks out for me."
"I see, so your mother makes you go on all
these blind dates?"
"Yep," Caden nods, "My mom equates my
happiness to settling down, living in a large
house with five kids. She drives me crazy
Taking a sip of my tea I nod in agreement, "I
totally understand, my mom makes me crazy
"Does your mom also make you go on a blind
date twice a week and calls you 4 to 5 times a
Laughing loudly, I answer, "Well when you put
it that way I don't feel so bad about my mother
anymore. My mom is not that extreme, she
just forces me to attend events which I have
no desire to go."
"So, I assume you're not a party girl, huh?"
I shake my head, "Not one bit."
"Well, that's alright, you must use that time to
spend it with someone special. Maybe a lover
or significant other?"
I laugh out loud to myself, I wish I had
someone. But I have already accepted that I'm
just one of those people that are not meant to
have a significant other. "Nope, there is no one
in my life right now. That's why I have my
books." I reply laughing sarcastically. Damn, I
must look like a complete loser at this
I'm 25, overweight, single and the last time I
had any real action with a man was years ago.
The closest things I have to sex are my erotic
novels and the toy that is secretly tucked away
in my nightstand drawer next to my bed. If
Caden feels sorry for me and thinks I am
pathetic right now, I won't blame him.
Looking up I was expecting a look of sadness
or possibly disgust from Caden but when all I
see is his adorable and sexy devilish grin
again, a wave of happiness hits my body.
Maybe he isn't feeling sorry for me after all? If
only I could tell what he is thinking.
"I see," Caden says, "Well, that's going to
change very soon."
Change? What is he implying? I swear I just
can't figure Caden out. Is he hinting that there's
going to be someone in my life soon? I highly
doubt it. Even if there is who would want to be
with someone like me? "What do you mean by
Caden's grin widens as his eyes sparkle with
mischief, "Oh nothing," He responds looking
down at his watch. Gazing up at me again he
sighs, "Unfortunately I have to get going.
Thanks for spending some time with me."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," I reply, "I'm glad
you stopped by to say hi."
"Of course, I can never avoid the chance to talk
to someone so beautiful."
My heart stills, did he just call me beautiful?
Am I becoming delusional and hearing words
that I want to from Caden's lips? It really must
be in my head because there is no way Caden
would see me as anything else but his
nephew's homeroom teacher.
I meet his eyes, "Well, I hope to see you
again." I pray that my voice doesn't hint the
desperation in my words.
He stands up from his seat. "Don't worry about
that. I'll make sure we see each other very
soon." Caden shuffles his feet so that he
reaches my side of the table, his face looking
across the room, away from me. "Oh, there is
one more thing." I attempt to look up but stop
when he gently places his left hand on my left
My whole body freezes.
The warmth of his hand spreads to my
shoulder and down my left arm. To make it
worse my fingers begin to twitch as his left
thumb lightly makes small swirls on my upper
arm. I shudder with delight.
He is only touching my shoulder and yet I feel
it to the very depth of my core. It's like he is
touching every part of me. I can just imagine
it, his large firm hands at my core touching it,
teasing it, and kissing it. How can this man
affect me this much, it's beyond scary?
Moving slightly and slowly so he won't notice I
cross my legs together trying to prevent myself
from reacting more to him more than I already
should. I can already feel the dampness of the
underwear and without a doubt, I know they
would have to be changed once I got home.
Still making swirls with his thumb he bends
down gently, his lips near my ear. They were
so close that I thought I felt the smoothness of
his lips on my skin. Ever so softly he
whispers, "Just so you know sweetheart, you
should enjoy your last days as a single lady.
Because soon, someone is going to sweep you
right off your feet before you know it."
Before I can utter a word, he is gone, but the
evidence of what he has done to my body
If I heard clearly, he said someone was going
to sweep me off my feet. I don't think I can
ever see that happening. I chuckle to myself.
There's no man that would have enough
strength to lift me an inch off the ground, let
alone pick me up. Caden must be delusional.
When I came into the café today after meeting
with my friends, I wasn't expecting this
encounter with the roughly handsome Caden. I
just wanted a little quiet place I could read.
Caden reminds me of a dangerous storm. Just
like a storm that devours everything in its path
and then instantly it's gone, Caden is no
different. In less than twenty minutes he has
stirred up emotions and desires that I have
locked up a long time ago, and in an instant
made me experience them like I never had
He is a dangerous storm, one that I should
Hoping to get my mind off him I open my
book and pick up where I left off - the hot
delicious sex scene. But it is of no use, I can
only picture Caden's green eyes, rough hands,
and hard body the whole time.
Slamming my book close, I take out some
money to pay my bill before rushing out the
This won't do. I need to get home and clench
these desires burning within the very depth of
"Alright class, is everyone ready to do the
"Yes and yeahs," erupt from the children.
It is Friday and there are only two more weeks
left of school. To end the school year, we are
on our last big project, a class show-and-tell.
The children had a month to come up with
something special to them, bring it to school
and then share it with the whole class. Looking
around the room I see that many of them had
the item either hidden under their seats or in a
bag on their desk.
During the weekend before school started on
Monday, I was keeping myself busy by
decorating the classroom and preparing for the
end of the school year. I had streamers and
different multi-colored decorations hanging
from the ceiling, cut-outs pasted around the
room, pictures of each of my students on the
wall, and I lined each desk with construction
paper of different colors so they could draw on
it. It was a long weekend with lots of work, but
I enjoyed it greatly.
All my students were like my children and I'm
going to miss them dearly once school ends.
Plus, all those hours I've lost was worth it
when I see each child walk into the classroom
this Monday morning. Kale too, when he
noticed that the decorations he helped me to
make were spread out in the room his eyes
widened and sparkled as I've never seen
I ordered pizza and made cupcakes for lunch
which every child appreciated, now all that's
left for the day is for each child to present
what they brought for the show-and-tell.
One by one I call the students up to the front
of the classroom to share their item. One
student brought a souvenir from Japan, another
brought a photo album of their whole family.
One little girl brought an instrument that was
native to her culture, she even played it for us.
Looking at the roster I saw that Kale was up
next. "Kale," I call out. I see as he picks up
what looks like a large rolled up construction
paper tied with a thick green rubber band.
His tiny feet walk up to the front of the
classroom. Before he speaks I say loudly to
the class, "Class, see all the nice decorations
around you, do you like them?"
"Yes!" They all chime in unison.
Walking up to stand beside Kale I smile, "Well,
Kale here helped me with a lot of these
decorations and he did such a wonderful job at
it. Do you guys think you can thank Kale for
doing such a good job?"
In unison, all the students thank Kale for his
hard work. I glance down and see him smile
brightly, I can tell he is very happy. He looks
up at me with the same smile and I nod my
thanks to him as well. I guess it's thanks to
Caden for that beautiful expression on Kale's
face at this moment if he'd never arrived late
that day I wouldn't have seen such a grand
look from Kale. Nor would I have come to
know about Caden.
For the last couple of weeks, he has been
sending Kale to school and picking him up. He
also made sure to come a few minutes earlier
than the rest of the children, giving us time to
talk. Although our talks were merely no more
than a few "good morning," "how was your
weekend," and "how was your day." Yet, before
long I caught myself enjoying our simple
conversations every day.
I'm not going to lie I'm going to be sad once
summer begins, I will no longer see Caden. In
fact, there would be no other reason to see
him at all because Kale too will be moving up
Stepping away from Kale I point to his hands,
"Now Kale, please explain your item."
Everyone watches in complete silence as he
slowly peels the green rubber band away and
carefully opens the large poster. From the way
he holds it in his hand, I know that that piece
of paper is precious to him. Grabbing both
ends of the poster he stretches it across his
chest as much as he can revealing to us what
is inside. Peeking at it closer I see that it is a
blueprint of what looked like a small house.
"This is a sketch of the tree house my uncle is
going to build for me," he says proudly, "My
uncle Caden is an 'art-chi-tek' and he designed
this treehouse just for me."
I grin when I see how hard Kale is trying to
pronounce the word "architect." Thanks to
Kale, I finally figure out what Caden does for a
living. I move closer to the design and see
that every component of the house is nicely
drawn and detailed. Just looking at it you can
tell he put a lot of thought and process into
this design. It is beautiful.
"I have a big tree in my back yard," Kale
continues, "And so my uncle and dad are
going to help me build my own very treehouse
this summer. I'm very excited. If you look
here," he points to a structure in the corner,
"This is where I'm going to put my sleeping
bag for when I want to sleep outside." He
points to the other side of the house. "And
here is where I'm going to have all my favorite
books and toys."
I scan the room and all I see is awe and
admiration from each student. It's not every
day a kid gets their very own treehouse. I can
just picture it now, Caden building that house
smiling with satisfaction. Just thinking about it
made me beam with happiness.
Kale continues to explain all the things he will
have in his tree house and what he plans to do
once it's built. Once he's done, he walks back
to his chair.
The rest of the day flies by and each child
comes up to present what they brought for the
day. All too soon the day is over and the
children are ready to leave.
My heart quickens as I think about seeing
Caden this afternoon. Our meeting this
morning was different than usual. He arrived
earlier and stayed until the bell rang, which he
never did before. It was like he was reluctant
to leave. But that wasn't what surprised me,
before he left he had gently tucked one of my
curls behind my ear, his fingers lingering on
my cheek. The small contact couldn't have
been more than a few seconds yet his lingering
touch lasted the whole day.
To calm my racing heart, I turn towards the
board and begin erasing the lesson for that
day. I was glued to the board when someone
calls my name.
Spinning around I came face-to-face with a tall
brunette with green eyes standing next to Kale.
It is Abby, Kale's mother. Her husband, Josh,
is a general surgeon and works at the same
hospital as my father. Abby and Josh are
regular sponsors for my mother's banquet. I've
met Abby a handful of times and she is indeed
a nice and wonderful woman. I've known her
before Kale became one of my students, and
yet I never knew she had a younger brother.
Setting the eraser down I walk up to them,
"Abby, it's good to see you."
"Same here," she replies pulling me in for a
"Did you have fun on your trip?" I ask.
"Yes, I did, I had such a wonderful time. Also, I
heard that my brother was late to pick Kale up
from school. I sincerely apologize on his
behalf and I can't thank you enough, Kale said
you stayed with him until his uncle arrived.
Thank you very much."
"Of course, I was more than happy to stay with
him, and Kale is quite the helper." I reply
pointing around the room, "Because of him I
was able to finish my decorations in time. He
did such a wonderful job helping me."
Observing the room with me she beams
proudly, "They do look beautiful. Kale told me
all about it when I got home from our trip and
I'm happy I could witness his hard work with
my eyes." She looks down at Kale, "Good job
He grins happily from the compliment.
Abby gaze meets mine, "Erin, I wanted to ask
you a favor."
"Sure, I'll try to help any way I can," I say
removing my fallen bangs to the side of my
"I was hoping you'll come to Kale's birthday
"You want me to come to his birthday party?"
"Yes, Kale absolutely adores you and talks
about you all the time. I'm sure he will be very
happy if you attend." She looks down again,
"right Kale, would you like it if Ms. Cooper
came to your birthday party on Saturday?"
"Yes," he exclaims happily and cheerfully. He
moves from Abby's side and walks to stand in
front of me. Taking both my hands into his
smaller ones he grips them tight, "Ms. Cooper
you'll come, won't you?"
I should decline but as I stare down at the
bright green eyes full of hope I knew I couldn't
say no. Flipping my hands so that I was
holding his hands in mine instead, I answer,
"Yes, I would love to come to your birthday
"Yeah," Kale cries, giving me a tight hug before
letting go and turning back to his mom, "Mom,
Ms. Copper said 'yes'."
"I know dear," she chuckles patting his head.
"Thank you, Erin, it means a lot to Kale and
me. Please let your parents know too. Oh, and
please bring along your cute little sister, I
haven't seen her since last year's banquet."
With a nod of agreement, I say my thanks and
goodbyes to them.
Glancing at the clock above the board I see
that it is already 5 pm. I better get going if I
want to stop by the store to buy Kale a present
tomorrow. After that, it was time for my weekly
dinner that I have recently promised Grace. It's
going to be the first in months since I last
visited them. I wonder how it's going to go?
To be continued....
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