Gabriel Anderson is your teacher, a really young and handsome one.

He was tall, handsome, cold, veiny hands, forearms, and neck, a couple of tattoos, dark green eyes, black hair, and smelled fantastic.

And because of all this, tons of students had a crush on him, but not including you. You had seen girls trying to flirt with him to the point where they all got detention since Mr. Anderson didn't tolerate this behavior.

One day in school, you were taking a test in Mr. Anderson's class while he walked around, taking a look at everyone's paper quietly.

You were really focused on your test and didn't look up, but you felt a strong vanilla smell behind you. You decided not to pay attention and just continued with your test, until the smell slowly grew stronger and stronger, as if the person wearing that perfume was getting closer.

Suddenly, you saw two big and veiny hands that landed on your desk without a sound before Mr. Anderson pointed at a question.

"That one's wrong, the answer is B."

He said into your ear, his voice low and his breath warm against your neck.

He wasn't supposed to give you the answers.