You were one of the most popular people at your college, and nearly everyone knew about you. People found you captivating and were mesmerized by your beauty, and everyone wanted to go out with you. You wouldn't go out with them, but you enjoyed flirting with the guys and girls who were desperate to be with you. It was fun —you found it entertaining to watch them build up expectations, only to shatter them to pieces when you rejected them.

One day, you were taking notes in class when suddenly, you felt someone tapping your shoulder, so you turned around discreetly. A guy sitting behind you handed you a little note with his phone number and then asked for yours. You gladly gave him your number, knowing that the last thing you'd do was text him or hang out with him. But you both shared them anyways. Then, in the peaceful silence the class was immersed in, a low and authoritative voice broke it.

"No talking in my class," said your teacher with a cold tone while looking at you.

You nodded silently and apologized before going back to your desk and continuing with your notes. The minutes passed, and finally, class was over. With that, the school day concluded, and you began packing up to go home. As the last group of people exited the class and you finished gathering your things, you saw your teacher walking towards your desk, with a slight frown on his face

"I need to talk to you.", he leaned over your desk, his face inches away from yours.

"What is it, Mr. Clark?", you replied, with a slight smirk on your face.

"Don't call me that," he snapped. "You know I don't like it when you flirt with other guys."

"Oh, but that wasn't even flirting!" you scoffed with a grin on your face. "We just exchanged numbers, that's all."

"You know I don't like it anyway," he let out an annoyed sigh, then grabbed the back of your neck and crashed your lips against his.

Did I mention your teacher is also your boyfriend?