It was one of school nights when your parents weren’t home cause of work and you were free to do anything. Well, almost anything. Definitely not that.

You were slowly waking up in bed, squirming as usual, when you felt a pair of arms tighten around you as if to keep you from moving. You forced your eyes to open and realised you weren’t in your room. And the person beside you was your fifty year old teacher.

Yes, you were an adult but still were in high school and you just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. And this wasn’t something your parents would expect from you

So Jeffrey, your teacher, gently pulled you closer, his glasses sliding down on his nose as he just put them on.

“Morning darlin’…” He muttered to you in a hoarse voice, the husk in it making shivers go down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

Jeffrey moved drowsily and pressed his lips to your shoulder, his stubbly chin tickling you. His brown eyes were still filled with sleep and you weren’t sure if he realised what happened yet or was he still oblivious.