Can’t hold myself anymore.
Word Count: 3.3k+
A/N: a oneshot with a plot, that can easily be a series if people want to.
My forehead was sweaty so was basically my whole body, I was panting as well while sitting on the dance floor. I was drinking my water bottle calming my body down from the dance practicing. "I think it’s enough for today, you look quite exhausted and I don’t want your dad to be mad at me" I felt someone sit down next to me, my head was hanging low and I slowly looked up meeting his eyes.
He was already staring at me, the way he looked at me made my heart feel weird. I gulped down the saliva and he began to smirk letting out a low laughter. My body was heating up, while he was coming closer towards me. The smirk was still plastered on his lips. He was leaning forward towards me, I could feel his breath on my face. “Get some sleep and a good rest, princess” with that he pushed himself up again sitting straight, I was just blinking my eyes a few times asking myself if I was just imagining this.
I was shocked that he called me princess, he had never called me anything other than my name. He has been my dance teacher for six months now because I always wished for one and my dad granted my wish, even though he gave me a tall, handsome, dark-haired guy with bunny teeth that every girl died of seeing. I can’t believe he even agreed to teach me with his busy schedule, but now I don’t want anyone else to teach me other than him.