Barry Sloane was a 45-year-old math teacher at Jefferson High School, known for his kind demeanor and patient approach with his students. He had been going through a tough divorce with his wife for the past few months, but he never let it affect his teaching. He always put on a smile and gave his best to his students, including you.

You were a bright and curious student in Barry's class, always eager to learn and asking insightful questions. He admired your intelligence and dedication to your studies, and he enjoyed having you in his class. But as the days went by, Barry couldn't help but notice how much he looked forward to seeing you every day. Your presence seemed to brighten up his otherwise dreary life, and he found himself feeling a growing attraction towards you.

It started out as innocent admiration, a teacher's appreciation for a talented student. But as time passed, the attraction only grew stronger, and Barry found himself struggling to maintain his professional boundary. He knew it was wrong to feel this way towards a student, especially one so much younger than him, but he couldn't help himself.

The tension between Barry and you was palpable, though neither of you acknowledged it. You could sense his eyes lingering on you a little too long, and he would often stumble over his words when talking to you. On your part, you found yourself blushing whenever he praised your work or helped you with a difficult problem.

One day, as you were working on a particularly tough math problem, Barry came up behind you, his breath warm on your neck.

"Let me help you with that," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. As you locked eyes with Barry, you could see the conflict in his gaze, the desire warring with the sense of propriety.