My Teacher, my Love

f senior year had n

mpted to scrub the stain away with little success. Then, to make matters worse, her trusty pen-the one that had seen her through countless essays and n

as already exhausted. But something shifte

the space. His dark eyes flickered toward her as she entered, and a smile curved his lips. It was

very carefully chosen word. He wasn't just a teacher, he was a storyteller, someone who could make you feel every emotion lace

hifted with intensity, how his hands moved as he illustrated a point

ver down her spine. His gaze lingered on her, as if he could see past her composed expression, right into her thoughts, her desires, he

s just an engaging teacher, nothing more. And yet, her heartbeat told a di

his gaze found her more often than it should have. Was sh

to focus, and she needed a moment to collect herself. Slipping her notebook in

I see you fo

opped her in

the corners as he smiled a smile that should have put her at

ay from Olivia, who shot her a questi

y classroom. The quiet buzz of distant chatter in the hallway faded into the background,

r. Parker sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed loosely,

said, his tone light yet laced with something deeper. "I alway

's one of my favorite books," she replied. "I lo

ward. "That was cle

pause. A b

to say, unsure of why she felt this odd

tened slightly. "You know, Emily,

h hitched

ve a sharp mind, and you're not afraid

mpossible to respond with her usual nonchalance. Instead, she found hers

exhaled, the moment breaking. "I won't

nervous smile. "Th

her back, the weight of his words pressing into her mind.

t sure what t

the conversation in her head. The way he had looked at her, the w

feelings twisting innocent moments into something more? Or

e thrill through her, but

he wasn't sure she w