Been a while, huh? I've decided to give this story another shot. I hope you all like!
Chapter 4
Ok think, Summers, what's the one way you can show Jean how much you love her and you want to be with her forever. No, it's too soon to propose. Scott paced back and forth outside his classroom door. Class was due to start in half an hour and he couldn't focus his thoughts. Ever since he and Jean had returned from their romantic weekend she had been all he could think about. He loved her, truly, deeply loved her. Think, Scott thought, think, think, think.
"Hey." Scott was startled. Jean had popped up out of nowhere. She cupped his jaw with her hands and kissed him.
"Hi, don't you have a class to teach?"
"Yeah, but not for another fifteen minutes. Are you busy later?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Oh, never mind then. I'll see you later, love you." She kissed him again and walked off to her class.
"I hate it when she does that." Scott said to himself as he dipped into his classroom. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a little notebook that he wrote all his thoughts down in. He flipped it open and turned back to a week before, the week they had come back.
I can't get her out of my head. She's intoxicated me, makes me crazy. So this is what love really feels like. Why did it take me this long to tell her? I love you Jean. You drive me insane, make me weak, and make me want you more than anything in this world. You are my world. I love you with all my heart.
His thoughts seemed random and unorganized. He shut the cover and placed the notebook back in a drawer. He still had ten minutes before class started so he got up, got a pair of scissors from another drawer and left the room. He was out in the garden for only five minutes and back just in time to slip into Jean's classroom to leave the flowers there for her then slipped back to his own.
Jean walked in only a few minutes after Scott had left to see her students, all teenagers ranging from fifteen to eighteen, seated at their desks, talking and waiting for her to come in and start her daily torture. "Ms. Grey," one the younger girls said raising her hand. Jean looked at her.
"Yes?"
She pointed to Jean's desk where Jean saw the vase filled with red roses and lilacs. An interesting combination, Jean thought to herself, but thoughtful nonetheless. She walked over to her desk her whole giving her a chant "Oh… you got a secret admire." She waved them off and then found the pink envelope on top of a pile of folders with her name written on in scrawling writing that she recognized at once as Scott's. He was her life, ever since their little getaway, he had turned her life upside down and made her stomach fill with butterflies. "I'll give you all fifteen minutes to finish you conversations and then we need to get started." Jean said as she sat down and ripped then envelope open. She pulled a neatly folded piece of paper and opened it. Scott had written her a note.
To my love,
I can't tell you in words how much I love you, but I can tell you in feelings. You drive me crazy and intoxicate my whole system; I can't get out of my head you're all I ever think about. I get shaky around you, my stomach flips and I get a lump in my throatand I can't speak. When you kiss me my body burns in want for you. Flames of passion engulf my brain and all I know is you touching me. You're my whole world. There are so many things I can do and say to show you how much I love you, but I just can't bring myself to do them. You keep me grounded when I begin to drift away on clouds and you drag me back down when it starts all over again.
I don't know why you do this to me, but I like it. I love the way you make me feel whenever you're around. I love this feeling of helplessness when I'm in your arms. You make me feel like the luckiest man on Earth, and I know I am, because you are the most wonderful person to fall deeply, head over heels in love with.
Scott
Jean smiled to herself behind the slip of paper and read it three more times to make sureScott had reallywritten it. She couldn't believe what she had read, let alone how Scott had put it all into words. The smile still hadn't disappeared when she put the note away and stood up announcing that everyone should take out their homework and get ready for class. She listened to them whine and the flapping paper that followed then went around and checked everyone's work. She was generous here and there for those who hadn't done all of their work, and offered when she was done that she would go over some of the ones that had been harder. Class ended quickly for her, and she was thankful, she wanted to find Scott and steal him away.
The next morning, Scott found a note in his desk from Jean. She confessed to him in the same way he had to her, every way he made her feel. Scott's cheeks flushed bright red at some parts and he laughed out loud at others. He left Jean a rose every day after that on her desk with a small note attached. I LOVE YOU. Jean would leave him in return small notes telling him to meet her for lunch or dinner, or to sneak out later with her for a midnight swim in the pool, soak in the Jacuzzi, or walk by the lake.
One morning Jean was sitting in the kitchen eating a bagel and sipping her coffee when Scott came in and kissed the side of her neck. He placed a small pink box in front of her. "Happy Valentine's Day." Jean took the small box slowly and lifted the lid to find a white gold, heart-shaped locket on a delicate chain. "Open it." Scott whispered. Jean opened the locket, inside on one side was a small picture of them at the Christmas party, and on the other was a tiny engraving, Love Is Forever. Jean leaned her head back and kissed him.
"Thank you. You didn't have to."
"I know, but I wanted to." Scott sat down beside her and draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "So, how are those classes going, the ones you're still taking I mean."
"Good, I'm nearly done, I've only got a few more weeks actually. I can't wait until they're all over."
"You're so beautiful." Scott stroked her cheek. He remembered when Jean had gotten her hair cut, it had grown back to its original length since then, and he ran fingers through it slowly. He loved the way her hair felt, so soft. They sat at the table for a long while after that talking in hushed whispers and kissing every now and then, until Scott finally led Jean upstairs so they could engage in some morning lovemaking before their day got started. They took everything slowly not wanting to rush a single moment and lose anything that they would regret later. Neither could remember a single moment that they had ever felt so in love.
When they arrived at the their respective classrooms, they both found little surprises waiting for them from the other. Their exchange of small gifts and notes continued for some months until one day came that Jean walked into her assembled class and found a small black ring box waiting for her with a single red rose laid across. She looked up from it when she heard her class begin to giggle and saw Scott standing in the corner. He walked over to her, picked up the box, and got down onone knee while holding her hand.
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