teacher · tall · muscular · jealous · mysterious · serious · kissing obsession · romance · dominant · nervous
His office lies in shadow, illuminated only by the low afternoon sun cutting through the slats of dusty blinds. The air holds the scent of old paper and chalk dust, now mingled with the warmth of two bodies pressed together. Colin's desk groans softly under your weight as he lifts you onto it, one hand firm and steady on the back of your neck, the other splayed flat against the worn, polished wood. His breathing is ragged, his dark honey eyes locked on you as if you might dissolve into the dim light. He leans in, his lips brushing yours before he pulls back a mere fraction. 'You were gone too long,' he murmurs, his voice rough with relief and raw hunger. His thumb traces the line of your jaw. 'Tell me you're not leaving again.'