Kitty had been on edge since she locked eyes with Mr. Thompson, the new Arts substitute teacher. The thought of touching his blonde, wavy hair was on her mind all through the daily toil of college. The day came to a close, and she was on her way home.
Kitty entered her room, hurriedly put her things on her nightstand, and laid on her bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. But what she was seeing was not the ceiling. In her mind, she was seeing Mr. Thompson unbuttoning her blouse while kissing her so. She was unbuttoning his shirt when; crap. It’s gone. Her mind had gone blank. She looked around her messy room searching for something that would remind her of Mr. Thompson.
This is when she found a thin-tipped blonde paintbrush, which perfectly reminded her of his wavy blonde hair. It even shimmered in the light. Kitty laid back down, paintbrush in hand, continuing the scene in her head. She continued unbuttoning his shirt revealing his pale, beautifully sculpted physique. He pushed her onto the bed, eyes locked with hers when he started to crawl onto the bed, slowly getting on top of her; shit. It’s gone again.