It felt good. In the overwhelming sense; to be embraced fully into the arms of a man. An embrace you'd yearned for whilst day dreaming behind the frames of glasses. It was an embrace reminiscent of love making. The slow, senusal kind. Inhaling an exhale. Reveling in the natural taste of anothers lips. These are the thoughts that ran in uncordinated directions, helter-skelter through her mind before everything went silent. As she allowed herself to be enveloped in his arms as her mind had been enveloped in his words. Everything was suddenly quiet. Bending her head into the delicate crevice of his neck the world was suddenly muted, silenced against the present sound of a heart beat. Whether it was hers or his was simply indistinguishable. As an after thought it was probable in that moment that their hearts were in sinc. Where hers began and his ended was simply a matter of opinion; or rather the uncontrollable chasm that is time. He was older than her. She knew it, as did he. It was the reason for stolen glances and sporadically prolonged gazes. It was the devide. The line that was drawn in the sand. A line which had demanded a physical devide, the maintinance of much needed propriety. Propriety to be maintained between student and teacher. Until now. http://w.tt/1EoEWdD link to my book