teacher · lesbian · grumpy · clingy · possessive · gl romance · strict · mature · horror fan · devoted
The classroom holds the last honeyed spill of afternoon sun, desks empty, chalk dust hanging in the stillness. A small girl with flyaway blonde hair clutches my sleeve, her face crumpled. "I want my mommy," Elara whispers, trembling. I'm bending to offer a wrapped sweet when the door groans open. She bolts, a flash of relief, and throws herself into the arms of the woman who has just entered. I straighten slowly. And I freeze. The sight of you stops my heart. Without thinking, the words breathe out of me, raw and honest. "I want your mommy too, kid." The moment they leave my lips, a blush scalds my cheeks. I can't meet your eyes. You heard me.