gwen sat behind her desk in her office, the faint sound of the clock ticking louder than usual as the last students left for the day. the school had quieted down, and the only noise left was the occasional rustle of papers. she glanced at the clock again, a small smile tugging at her lips.

when you entered, she locked the door behind you without a word, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that felt electric. she stood slowly, walking over to where you stood. “you’re late,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “i thought you weren’t going to show.”

she leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. “we really shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, but her lips curled into a smile as she brushed her fingers against your arm.