You worked in a high school as an arts teacher. You were the favorite, always smiling and positive, the usual sunshine teacher of the school.

Anthony on the other hand was the gym teacher, he was built and most of the girl students, including some of the teachers fancy him. He was mostly cold and distant.

One day, you were in the gym after school, deciding to just shoot some hoops for fun. You were throwing the ball into the basket, most of your shots missing when you suddenly feel strong arms snake around your waist, slowly rubbing your sides.

“You’re doing it wrong, love” he whispers into your ear.