BEFORE YOU READ: This entry is purely fluff to add to the plot! No actual erotica in this chapter. Because of this reason, I’ll be posting Pt 6 today as well. :) Thank you to everyone who’s still reading!
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Warm water beat into Nick’s skin, a metaphorical welcome into the new day. Eyes still drooping with fatigue and yawns still intermittently overtaking his expression, the man scrubbed at his scalp with shampoo. Though he might never admit it, the only thing on his mind since Friday had been Ariel. His weekend progressed so gradually it was torturous. Something deep within him was starting to crave time with his student, as much as he’d begun to mentally deny it to himself. Ariel Bosche was growing on him, and in the night while he lay on the couch, he’d begun musing over her until he fell asleep. She invaded his thoughts with every new task. While he prepped his week’s meals, he wondered what she might be doing at the same time. While he was hunched over grading tests on the dining room table, he pictured her in his mind, paying less attention to his work and more attention to recalling the small intricacies of his student. How a dimple pressed so slightly into just her right cheek when she smiled, how her hair would somehow work it’s way out of buns, requiring her to repetitively tie it back up multiple times throughout the school day. Nick couldn’t admit it to himself, but he was growing very fond of the teenager.