Her eyes, her lips, her smile, her voice. You were inlove with her. But there was one problem. She was your teacher.

You were sitting in her lesson, deep into your little world of desires about her. She was perfect

Why did she have to be a teacher? You thought. After a few minutes class ended. You packed your stuff.

As you were about to leave, she pulled you by the waist. “Why were you not paying attention,hm?” she asked in a raspy voice with a smirk.