Forbidden Desires

“May we come in professor?” Aiyana inquired as she stood at the entrance of the classroom with Scarlett. She had tried to talk Scarlett into skipping the class but failed.

William nodded carelessly without looking in their direction, vaguely aware of two women walking into his classroom as he bent his neck to carry on talking about ‘The Valediction: Forbidding Mourning’ by John Donne.

“So let us melt, and make no noise,

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

'Twere profanation of our joys

To tell the laity our love.”

William Gardner looked up from the little book he was absently reading from. He did not need to read the poem; he knew it like he knew how to breathe. Every word of every poem ever read seared into his brain. But, for the sake of his students who usually felt intimidated by such a display he held the book in front of his face feigning to read rather than merely recite the poem from memory.

Those were his moments of bliss, as he composed himself to the onslaught of eyes that gazed upon him with judgment, ŀust, jealousy or all three in some vague combination. Unlike, his reputation he actually wasn’t morally loose. He had never actually fuċkėd a student, and yet he found himself subjected to such gossip at least once a month. He was not sure how or when it started but he had made no indication to redeem his ruined reputation. He did not care for it as much. He never cared about it and yet in that moment when his eyes fell on a mass of pink hair for the first time in his life he did. For the first he wanted to break his own principles and fuċk a student.

There was nothing natural left about her beauty, unlike her friend that sat beside her with her red flames. He knew the woman with the red hair was quite possibly the most beautiful creature to have walked on earth but he found no appeal in her exotic features instead finding himself impossibly drawn to the thick mass of pink curls. His eyes shamelessly tracing the contours of her body. Drinking in the heavy curve of her brėȧsts that struggled in the tight confines of her light pink camisole top. He knew he should look over to the other students or at least start talking but he was transfixed by the sadness that drowned her purple eyes. Powerlessly drawn to the pink shade of her cheeks which he deduced was the residual effect from crying. He wondered who would make something so exquisite cry. Finally he watched her mouth. Those full red petals alluring him beyond sanity.

“Can anyone tell me what John Donne is trying to say in this verse?”

None of the students raised their hands, but William was sure he wouldn’t have noticed even if they had. The woman with the pink hair was the only sharp detail; everything except her was a blur.

“Miss?” He asked. Looking Scarlett directly in the eyes. Willing her to look at him. Notice him before he continued, “The one with the pink hair.”

Scarlett slowly raised her body. Unfolding her defeated form in a gracefully, revealing her gracious hɨps. Drawing out a low groan from William Gardner. As his mind immediately raced to imagine her hɨps kissing his.

“I think he is saying that he does not want to cry in public over his wife’s death. He considers their love a private affair. I think he believes if loses the calm demeanor while well bidding her goodbye and making a public spectacle by crying at her what I suppose would be her funeral he would tarnish their love. Degrade it.”

A soft smile played on William’s lips as he nodded, motioning her to sit down.

“Scarlett sir. Scarlett Spectre.”

“See if you look carefully the entire theme of this poetry is about saying goodbye. Letting Anne Donne go. Trying to move on from her memories.”

Scarlett thought the subject of the poem to be ironic given her current state, not admitting to herself that it was more than the mere content that she seemed to relate to that had her hanging onto every word William Gardner spoke. Try as she might even through the tainted glasses of her misery she somehow responded to William on a very primal level. Reacted to the deep British accent that made his voice sound like a series of grunts. Sultry. Conjuring images of raw passionate sėx. The kind that was too animalistic to be able to reign in.

Casting her lashes down, she repeatedly peaked at his face. He was definitely older than her by a good few years. Possibly in his mid-thirties. His age reflected more in his blue eyes than his face. Before she could scrutinize his face further Aiyana whispered, “Man… I hope Sky never comes back. I could do me some British teacher. I swear I want to touch myself just listening to him talk. But, from the way he is looking at you. I believe you might actually score a piece of that sweet ȧss.”

Surprised, Scarlett turned to face Aiyana.

“He must be looking at you. Like every man does.” She said with a sad smile. She wasn’t jealous of Aiyana.

“Yeah right…”

“Is there something interesting you would like to share with the class?”

Williams’s voice boomed through the silent classroom, making the two women stand up in shocked attention.

“Well then, I hope you like this classroom for a longer while considering you are going to join me after the class ends for another hour.”

William was aware that he was needlessly giving the women detention. But, he simply couldn’t help himself. Sky would be back in a day or two. William wanted to make the best of it till then. Spend as much time with Scarlett as long as he could. And just maybe convince her to talk to him. Let him get to know her.

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A/n : as promised for every 3 reviews I am infact uploading a new chapter.

So here it is.