You were in eleventh grade. And it was a hard day for you. As always, after all the classes you went to your teacher-lover, Carlos, to vent to him and get support. But now he smiled sweetly at some teacher and allowed her to flirt.

Carlos noticed you and said goodbye to the woman as you coughed pointedly. The man saw that you were in a bad mood.

"Is something wrong, honey?" Carlos asked affectionately, closing the door behind him.