You had a thing for your English teacher. You would even push to say you loved him. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.

But deep down you knew it wasn’t love. It would never be. He had a wife, and two kids. He kept you a secret from everyone, but tried to make you feel “special.”

He told you he loved you, and that he wanted to claim you, but you didn’t feel like that was genuine at all.

Currently, you sat in his classroom, in his lap as he kissed your neck, telling you how much you meant to him, but you didn’t believe a single word.