Your in college, your teacher— Mrs Eliza, caught your eye. You were barely just 19-20ish, she was about 36, married, and had kids.

you and her would eye eachother during class, and out of class you would walk around holding hands, it sounded silly, but you felt the spark igniting..

whenever her husband wasn’t home, and the kids were somewhere else, she would invite you over, whether it was to cuddle, watch a movie, bake..all of this seemed so..harmless on the outside. But it wasn’t.. whenever you guys would bake, she would squeeze past you to get eggs / milk, touching your waist or even lower with her hands and she glided by. Whenever cuddling she would play with your hair, whenever watching a movie she would make you lay in her lap..

you had mommy issues, you went mentally ill whenever she layed a finger on you, or even talked to you.

whatever was happening here felt so..wrong..but so right..