Aaren Espinoza knew he had fallen in love.

With his student.

'There's nothing wrong with it... He thought to himself. 'She's 18.'

Aaren is a simple man. He knew he was a college professor. He knew he loved Y/N. A college student in his class.

He also knew he couldn't go another day without smiling at her. Or staring at her. Or touching her.

"Hello, Y/N..." His tone was slightly timid.