Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (most inspirational books .TXT) 📕

Kaitlyn was in the teacher's lounge." I demanded.
He sighed and crossed his arms. His gray, warm eyes skimmed my body, from head to toe. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair and looked up at the ceiling. After about a few seconds, his eyes met mines.
"Fine, but it might alarm you." he said with a shrug.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm already alarmed! I want to know if you're hooking up with Kaitlyn behind my back. I still don't know what you and me are, and it's really troubling that I don't. I mean, we make out, and seem to care for each other, but we have no title. It's really frustrating . . .," I realized I was babbling and shut my mouth and looked down at my feet.
I felt my chin being lifted up by Trent's finger. He looked into my eyes, pecked me on the lips, and pulled me in for a tight hug. It felt good to be wrapped up in his reassuring embrace. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and laid my head on his chest. I listened to his breathing as I waited for him to say something.
He pulled back eventually, and looked me in my eyes. "What do you want us to be?" he asked softly. I bit my lip, and peeked up at him through my lashes.
"Together," I mumbled.
He kissed my forehead. I looked up at him and he was smiling. "Forever," he said and brought me in for a deep kiss.
When we separated, his eyes brows furrowed. "But first I have to tell you my side of the story." he said and exhaled. Explanatory

Trent seemed to contemplating whether he should tell me his explanation or not. I just stood there, a little dazed from our make out session. I looked at Trent as he ran his fingers through his hair. He rested his hip against the copy machine and stared at the ground. I waited patiently for him to look at me. When he did, he just frowned.
I took a step toward him and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Just tell me, Trent." I said softly.
Suddenly, he picked me up and placed me back on top of the copy machine. The movement was so swift and quick, that I was a bit breathless afterward. He smiled wryly at me.
"You might want to sit down for this one. It' s a bit of a long story." he said.
I nodded and swallowed pass the lump in my throat.
I was swinging my legs nonchalantly when Trent finally stopped pacing. I looked up from counting how many tiles were on the floor and met Trent's gaze. His eyes were hard and had no trace of emotion. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the floor.
"Do you still want to know my side of story?" Trent said, breaking the silence. I nodded without looking up. Trent exhaled, but I still didn't look up. I watched at my feet swung back and forth, trying to fight the urge to look at Trent.
"Well, I have a fiancée,"
This caught my attention. I looked up and stared at him with wide eyes. I felt my mouth slightly drop open in awe. Blush started to slowly cascade across my face and my heart started beating faster. My eyes started to burn up, but Trent spoke again. "An ex fiancée, who doesn't understand that it's over."
I tilted my chin up a fraction before examining him.
Of course somebody would be attach to him. He was such a beautiful man. In all my life, I never seen features so sharp, and defined, and beautiful. Not in movies, on the internet, or nothing. He was like Adonis come to life. Which were one of the reasons I wonder why Trent even likes me. I'm not very pretty. I can admit that. So why does he even bother to be with me? Why does he want us to have a more intimate relationship instead of the student teacher relationship we should have? What is so different about me? Why won't he mess with some of the prettier girls? Why did he chose me?
"Trent," I said in a tiny voice.
He met my eyes, his gray eyes smoldering. "Faith," he said softly.
I fiddled my fingers and bit my lip. Slowly, I said, "Why did you chose me?" I asked, lowly. I dipped my chin. "Why not another girl? A more prettier girl. Someone who might meet your standards." I looked up and looked him straight into his eyes. My green eyes bored into his gray, smoky ones. His gaze didn't falter. He stared back at me with just as much intensity.
He kept staring into my eyes as he took the few steps towards me. His strides, were graceful and masculine, and long. He smiled an inviting smile, his dimples deep and very attractive. I started to get lost in his beautiful eyes. I tried to hide a smile beneath my bangs. When he reached me, he placed his hands on both sides of my face and held it there, still staring into my eyes. His eyes would sometimes peek at my lips, and I smiled as I saw his struggle not to kiss me.
"Faith, you must know that you're very precious to me." His cool breath washed over my face. I leaned in, wanting more of the intoxicating scent. His calloused thumb gently rubbed circles on my cheek. I bit my bottom lip against the feeling that coursed through me. The amount of want and love that was passing through me, shocked to my very bones. I really truly did love this man. A lot. And what scared me the most was that I didn't think I could ever stop loving this hunk of a man, no matter what.
"But, why?" I mumbled.
He pressed his forehead against mines, his lips almost touching mines. The electricity that passed through us made me coherent. A full thought couldn't even cross my mind. My eyes were stuck on his lips. I watched as his perfect lips formed the words, "Because I love you,"
I nodded and pressed my lips against his. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me in closer. I drank every ounce of pleasure I was getting from Trent. I trapped him in legs once more, and held him prisoner. He chuckled against lips as his hands slowly traveled down my neck, down my torso, to my legs, resting his hands on my thigh. I shivered with pure ecstasy and my lips moved faster with his. I moaned against his lips as his hands slowly itched up farther. His tongue traced every feature of my mouth leaving a tingly feeling in my mouth. I bit down on his lip causing him to give out a little growl.
I pulled back, completely breathless. I smiled at him and then looked down. I released him from my legs and allowed my bangs to cover my face. When I looked up, Trent was smiling, touching his lips. He chuckled as he leaned against the copy machine.
He looked over at me. I shyly met his gaze. "Now do you know how much you mean to me?" he asked with a crooked grin. I blushed fiercely and nodded.
"Great. Now, I can get back to the story."
I watched as his eyes roamed the room. He didn't look at me as he spoke again. "Well, Caroline, my ex fiancée, is ... well - very persuasive. She can easily manipulate anybody." He shrugged something off and sighed. I wasn't really paying much attention to the rest of what he said. The name Caroline sounded so familiar. I didn't know why. But it did. My eyes scrunched up as I tried to detect where I heard that name before.
"Caroline," I said out loud. Trent eyes went to me. "Where have I heard that name before?" Trent just shrugged, seeming not to care. "It's a very common name, Faith. I wouldn't be surprised if you had known someone with that name." he said easily.
I nodded. He was right. Caroline was a common name. But still. It felt like I should remember that person. Like it was a huge factor right now. I tried to shake off my ease, but couldn't. I tuned into the Trent, trying to remember who had I known with the name Caroline.
"Me and Caroline knew each other since we were children ... ," He stared at the ceiling, seeming to remember her. I felt a pinch of jealousy. Maybe he really truly did love this Caroline person. So why was he with me? She had to be just as perfect as him. My gut told me she was. So, why in the hell was he with plain ol' me?
When he smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, I felt my stomach churn with jealousy. I looked down and started at my fingers, twiddling them, trying to act like I wasn't affected at all.
"I loved her with all my heart. She was my everything, I swear ...," he chuckled and my vision blurred.
Was he trying to make me jealous with this story? Did he seriously bring me in here only to rip my heart out? He was so confusing. Just seconds ago he was sucking my face off, now he was trying to hurt me with his tale of true love with his ex fiancée. I scrunched up my face, trying to not let the tears spill over and slide down my face. But it was really hard. My face burned as hot as my eyes. I scratched at my eyes and turned my head away from where Trent was standing.
"Faith," he mumbled. I realized that he was by my side. He softly grip my chin, making me face him. I looked down, not looking into his eyes, sure that I looked like a blubbering idiot.
He pressed his lips down on mines. I just sat there still, secretly savoring the feeling of his lips on mines. When he pulled away I saw out of peripheral view that did that cute crooked smile. My heart fluttered, but I still refused to look at him.
"I don't love her any more. I love you. I just told you that. Believe it, Faith. Because it's very much true."
I peeked up at him through my bangs. "Promise?" I mumbled. He nodded and pulled me in for a quick, tight, embrace.
He exhaled and he stared at the ceiling for a millisecond, then looked back at me. "When me and Caroline were kids, we started off as best friends. Her parents grew up with my parents so it was practically inevitable impossible for us not to be friends. But the teen years rolled in and the hormones, and we realized we loved each other more than friends. The attraction was undeniable, but soon some years rolled by and then it just wasn't there anymore . .