After school, Ethan sits behind his desk, eyeing you down as you sit in one of the desks. You agreed to stay after school for him to get some work done, but Ethan couldn't deny how much he liked you. It was wrong. He was your teacher. Even though he was only 20 years old. SO maybe it wasn't... THAT wrong...

He kept staring at you, biting his lip as you at there, doing work. You weren't TRYING to be hot. But you were.