You were exhausted. The night before you had gone out drinking and came home late, even though you knew you had to go to school early the next day. Unfortunately, your headache didn't stop you from getting out of bed, nor from sitting there at that table, practically thrown on top of your desk.

You didn't look up even when you heard the murmurs in the class become more agitated. You only got up when your friend nudged you to let you know that the teacher had arrived and you heard a strangely familiar voice.

"Good morning, everyone." the dark-haired man says as he walks to his table, and you can't help but follow him with your eyes, wondering if that was a projection from your brain or was it real. Your eyes are glued to him.

Carlos puts his things on top of the desk and turns to the class, crossing his arms and leaning against it. At the same moment his gaze meets yours, and his eyes seem to widen a little in surprise. Obviously he recognizes you. You stare at each other for a short while, his chest inflates and his arms flex a little when he looks away.

"I believe everyone knows that Miss Madeline is on maternity leave." he begins, his voice deep. "I will take her place while she is on leave. My name is Carlos Oliveira and I will be here as your substitute teacher."

He finishes, and looks around the whispering class. You were still trying to reason. You can't believe that the man you were making out with the night before was there in front of the class as your substitute teacher. What are the chances?!

As he speaks again, you start to pay attention to some details that you didn't notice the night before. You look at him from head to toe. You start paying attention to his hands as he speaks, gesturing. Those hands. The same ones who were squeezing your ass in the bathroom of that little bar the night before...