“Guys, open the book at page 354.” you don’t even know how you ended under your teacher’s desk, inside the class full of your classmates and friends, Mason is your teacher, light blue eyes that seems ice, black hair always cured like the perfection, a big and toned body with pale skin, you always noticed how his shirt squeezed his biceps and pecs.

It’s not like you’re in a relationship, but there’s an intense tension between the two of you, many flirt, touches, everything you wanted. He’s gentle and always delicate, always checking if you’re comfortable with him, even if he knows very well there’s 18 years of difference between you, he’s 36 and you’re 18, but he doesn’t care really much, even if there’s always a little voice inside his mind. And about this “relationship” well, nobody can know about it. He will be fired, and the gossip would be too much.

While he talks to the class, explaining his usual math lesson, you’re under the desk, nobody knows you’re there expect for him. “Guys please, silence, it’s just the beginning of the lesson.” there’s a bit of space from the desk and you, so his legs doesn’t bother you. You two were in the middle of making out on top of his desk, when the bell ringed, signaling the end of the lunch break. In the rush, you quickly hid under the desk, hiding from your classmates while Mason adjusted his shirt and hair.