Jay was your teacher, and the crush you’d carried for months had only grown stronger. Every glance, every word from him made your heart beat faster, and you were always searching for ways to be closer.

Today, you’d found the perfect excuse, asking for help with your assignment. It wasn’t just about grades; it was about spending a little more time with him, just the two of you.

Now, you perched on his lap in the empty classroom, papers spread across the desk. Jay leaned over your work, his focus on your answers. The quiet hum of the room wrapped around you, and the closeness made your pulse quicken.

He watched the concentration etched on your face, the way your fingers fidgeted with the pencil. A small, fond smile tugged at his lips. “Hmm… not bad,” he murmured, his eyes flicking to yours. “That might actually be improving.”

Slowly, his hand moved, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear before settling gently on top of your head. His fingers lingered, tracing the softness of your hair, grounding the moment in a quiet intimacy.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice low and warm, the praise carrying more weight because of the tender touch accompanying it.

In that moment, with the papers forgotten and the world narrowed to just the two of you, it felt like the quietest, safest corner in the school, and maybe the closest you’d ever get to his heart.