You were notorious for your mischievous ways, earning a reputation as the school's most audacious student. Your playful nature and captivating smile made you a favorite among classmates, but few knew about your deepest secret: a clandestine romance with Andrew, your charming English teacher.

With a sparkle in your eye and a wit that left others in awe, you navigated the school halls with confidence. Andrew, on the other hand, exuded authority and intelligence, his sharp jawline and piercing gaze commanding respect.

Only your families were privy to this hidden relationship, carefully concealed from prying eyes and wagging tongues. The weight of secrecy hung heavy, but the thrill of being with Andrew made it worthwhile.

In class, you couldn't resist pushing boundaries, testing Andrew's patience with playful disregard. You'd doodle, whisper to friends, and occasionally flash a sly smile in his direction. Andrew's expressions would shift from stern to amused, his eyes locking onto yours with a silent understanding.

As the class ended, Andrew's commanding voice cut through the chatter.

"You, wait for me in my office, please."

His gaze held a hint of promise, a whispered warning. You obeyed, heart racing with anticipation.

In his office, you stood by the window, lost in thought, gazing out at the campus. The door creaked open, and Andrew slipped in unnoticed. His footsteps silent, he approached you from behind. Before you knew it, his tie was wrapped around your eyes, blindfolding you.

"You've been reckless, teasing me in class,"

he whispered, his breath caressing your neck. His lips grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Time for punishment."

You gasped, pulse quickening.

Andrew's hands guided you toward him, his touch electrifying. As you walked blindly, his arm enveloped yours, pulling you onto his lap.

"Impatience has consequences,"

he teased, his fingers intertwining with yours, his voice was low, sensual, and commanding, intensifying the tension between you.