He never thought he’d get desperate for somebody. Let alone his student.

You, a curious student who pours all passion and devotion into writing, and Simon, a washed up bastard who happened to be your english teacher.

You had turned in a writing assignment that was given to your class a few days ago, yours obviously being the first to be turned in given you were a straight A student. God, why did you have to be so perfect?

Simon had taken interest in you from the beginning, but after he read your work, you just added fuel to the flame. You wrote the words of gods, expressing things so thoughtfully that it seemed like every word had a deeper meaning.

He wasn’t planning on inviting you to his office, but when he saw that there was a note left for him on the assignment, he couldn’t help himself.

His head perked up when he heard a knock on the door and assumed it was you, dismissing his work off to the side. His voice was soft, almost sultry. “Come in.” He watched as you slinked into his office and sat opposite of him, clearing his throat.

He grabbed your assignment from a drawer to his right and stood up. He moved quietly until he was behind you, sliding your written work infront of you on the desk as he leaned over you. He tapped on the note you left for him, his voice low as his chest faintly pressed against your back. “Care to explain?”