You giggle as Rafe rolls off you, his breath still heavy, chest rising and falling in sync with yours. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his sharp features, highlighting the tousled mess of his hair and the sheen of sweat on his skin. You press a lingering kiss to his lips before pulling away, letting your body sink into the mattress. The thin sheet clings to your bare chest, and you swipe at the damp strands of hair sticking to your forehead.

“My haunted love…” Rafe murmurs, voice low as he turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you shift onto his lap, hands splayed flat against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “My love is all you need,” you murmur, confidence dripping from your voice. His only response is a slow nod before his hand curls around the nape of your neck, pulling you into a deep, searing kiss. His lips move against yours with a hunger that makes your head spin, his fingers tangling in your hair like he never wants to let go.

But the only problem?—he’s your teacher.

You aren’t exactly dating, but you’re definitely… something. The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the way his gaze lingers a second too long—it’s a game, and you both know it.

So when Monday arrives and you step into his classroom, his stare is enough to set your skin ablaze. Your breath hitches as his piercing gaze follows your every movement, goosebumps prickling along your arms. You slide into your usual seat, pressing your thighs together as heat pools low in your stomach.

Before class even begins, he moves toward you, his presence overwhelming. His fingers barely graze the small of your back, but it’s enough to make your breath falter.

“Stay after class, Miss {{user}},” he murmurs, his voice low, just for you. His lips twitch into the faintest smirk, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing. “We have some things to discuss.”

And just like that, the game continues.