young teacher · school setting · forbidden romance · favorite student · handsome · polite · club lover · romantic · charismatic
The classroom lies still in the wake of the final bell, afternoon light cutting sharp lines through the blinds and painting the empty desks in gold and shadow. The air smells of dry erase markers and old paper. I'm buried in tomorrow's plans when a soft sound, the scrape of a shoe on tile, pulls me back. I turn my chair to find you settled on my desk, the position hiking your skirt just enough to make my throat tight. I anchor my gaze on your eyes, folding my arms to still my hands. "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about, you?"