Academic lovers

09 | Miller's sanctuary

I'm currently seated in Aiden's car. We decided, and by we, I mean mostly him, to do it at his house.

15 minutes ago

"You're kidding, right?" I said, my voice tinged with disbelief.

Miller's deadpan expression remained unchanged as he replied. "Does this look like a situation for me to be joking, Thompson?"

I scanned the surroundings, desperately searching for alternative solutions, but my mind drew a blank. Defeated, I reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, but just for today. Next time, we need to find a solution that doesn't involve going to anyone's house." I firmly say.

I watched as a small smile formed on his face before he nodded in agreement. "Yes, ma'am" he responded obediently.

With a heavy sigh, we made our way towards the parking lot, knowing that there was no other choice.

—

The atmosphere was quiet, with the only sound being the wind blowing. God, this was awkward; this is my first time being in his car. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as we drove through the streets. Going further and further away from school

Never before had I imagined finding myself in this position—sitting beside Aiden in his fucking car. Our paths had never really crossed outside of school, but yet here we were, me in his car, driving to his house.

Oh God, I blame this on Miss Marsha.

I scan around; the car wasn't bad at all; the interior was clean and organized, which is surprising to me knowing that this is Aiden's car after all; and the leather of the seats was blue, which is a colour I noticed that Aiden loves. The car was really nice; I can give that to him.

"Like the ride?" His voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I glanced to my left. Where he was seated, our gaze met for a second.

"Hm, not bad" I respond, crossing my arms and nodding.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. As I watched him drive, I couldn't help but notice the way he did it. His posture is straight,with one hand confidently gripping the steering wheel while the other rested casually on the window ledge. As he guided his hand along the wheel, I couldn't help but notice the veins that snaked their way across his hand and up his arm. They seemed to pulse with every turn of the wheel.

I know this may sound weird, but that was kind of attractive.

I quickly shook my head, turning my eyes straight in front of me and focusing on the road. I was not about to think of that again.

5 minutes later

The car pulled up. In his driveway, the house was big, and when I say big, I mean huge. It had a spacious and imposing structure with multiple levels, maybe four and a grand entrance. The exterior of the house was adorned with elegant details and large windows that allowed plenty of natural light to enter.

The house featured a front yard with lush green grass and neatly trimmed hedges. A paved pathway led from the driveway to the front entrance.

Wow, I knew he was rich, but not this rich.

After he parked, he leaned in, unbuckling my seatbelt with a smile. "We're here, sweetheart."

We hoped out and started making our way inside.

I took a deep breath. Before we entered,
The inside was just as big; we were greeted in a spacious foyer with high ceilings and a grand staircase leading upstairs. The walls were adorned with artwork and family portraits.