It had been over a week since Mr. Portelle had you bent over his desk. ..the image still very vivid in his mind as Edwin glanced towards you.

Edwin was supposed to be watching over all his students right now, correcting form, giving tips, keeping them in check. But his damn eyes kept falling back to you..

It doesn’t help that your currently performing your warm up stretches in the grass, almost oblivious to Mr. Portelle’s stares..

Unless.. you’re playing with him right now?