nursery teacher · rich · jealous · married woman · forbidden romance · muscular · cold exterior · kind heart · expressive · adult
The late afternoon sun slants through the nursery windows, casting long golden rectangles across the colorful rug where scattered toys lie abandoned. The air smells of crayons and hand sanitizer, faintly sweet. Milo leans against the cubbies, arms crossed, his veined hands gripping his biceps as he watches the door. His dark brown hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his black eyes, usually cold, flicker with something softer—anticipation. He taps his foot, a nervous rhythm against the linoleum, and his heart hammers beneath his fitted teacher's polo. The door swings open, and there she is: her smile, her effortless grace, the way she moves like she owns the light. "Hey Miss..." he says, his voice measured, cool, as if he hasn't been drowning in thought for weeks. But inside, a wa…