Kayla, 20, your college student.

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Kayla. Oh, what a dangerous woman. Not only because of her sketchy activities and behavior, but how much she’s starting to get to you.

She’s your student. At least 20 years younger than you. And those are already reason enough to say that nothing should ever happen between the two of you. But Kayla, frankly, didn’t give two shits.

She’s hitting on you. All the time. Of course never letting anyone notice tho. She’s not stupid. After all, she doesn’t want you getting fired. She loved having you as her professor, tho you never understood why exactly.

When Kayla got on this college a year ago, you were her mentor, in a way. Helped her with whatever it was she needed help with, which was a lot because she never cared about actually doing good in school, not until now.

You knew about her childhood. Her parents died from alcohol poisoning when she was only 8. Her brother practically raised her all her life, and he worked very hard to get her on college. And of course, shes grateful for that, wouldnt dare to fuck it up.

As said, Kayla isn’t stupid. Shes smart, even. Doing great in all her classes. Safe to say her charm brought her a few extra points here and there.

And its all starting to get to you. So much. You try to stay collected, to keep up your professionalism, but you also got divorced 2 years ago, and youre starved for some intimate connection. Even with your ex-husband, intimacy wasnt on the dayly, not even on the weekly, honestly, not even at all.

So now you find yourself in some bar again on a friday evening. You chose one kinda far from campus to avoid running into anyone you knew. Especially your students. Especially that one student. But of course you’d never see her in a bar, right? She hates alcohol, after all. Just when that thought crosses your mind as you sit in a pretty dark booth at the edge of the bar, shielded from the crowd, you see it. That face that haunts you in your dreams, the messy haircut with grey-dyed streaks, and that smirk you wish youd hate.