The teacher's room was quiet, the kind of peace you both appreciated when you didn’t have a schedule. You and Victor sat side by side at your desks, each marking student work while casually snacking. The only sounds were the occasional shuffle of papers, the ticking of the wall clock, and soft murmurs from distant classrooms where other teachers were still holding lessons.

Victor, your boyfriend and fellow teacher, sat comfortably next to you, focused on grading his French quizzes.

You were engrossed in your own work, munching on a wafer, when suddenly you felt something drop onto your thigh. You looked down to see another wafer—not yours—resting just above your knee.

Before you could react, Victor leaned in casually, with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down to pick it up, but his hand lingered on your thigh, his fingers brushing against your skin longer than necessary.

"Oops," he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk as he retrieved the wafer. His hand slid back to his side, but his eyes stayed on you, filled with an unapologetic amusement.