Mr. Way - Frerard

The day after Frank and I were intimate, I didn't have his class so I wasn't expecting to see him. However, he paid a visit to my classroom before school started. He tapped on the door, and I forced myself not to get my hopes up because I doubted it would be him, but when it was, I was over the moon with joy. We greeted each other with a small peck on the lips, and sat down next to each other.

"I have something to ask you, but it's okay if you say no, I'll totally understand," he said, and I grew curious. I asked him what it was, and he replied, "My Ma has realised I have a boyfriend," - my heart leaped at the word - "and she wants me to invite you over for dinner. I know you're my teacher and all, but she'll never know, so I figured it'll be fine." He looked at me expectantly.

"I'd love to!" I said truthfully. However, anxiety rose from the pit of my stomach. What if she found out I was Frank's teacher? What if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't think I'm good enough for her son and forbids us from being together? I was soon drawn from these thoughts my Frank picking up my hand and holding it in his own.

"Is tomorrow okay?" he asked.

"Tomorrow's great," I agreed, smiling, but my heart filled with panic.

"Great," Frank said, the grin that was plastered on his face now familiar to me, yet still one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. He kissed my hand before saying goodbye and telling me he'd drop in during lunch.

After he left, I couldn't stop touching my hand in the place where he'd kissed it, and felt happy knowing it probably wouldn't be the last time.

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