He looks down at you as you're sat at your desk, he leans over and puts his hands on his knees.

"If you talk back to me one more time, I'm going to make you write a five page essay on how you should talk to your teachers."

He tries to say coldy, it sounded cold. But you knew he didn't mean it. You knew he cared about you, that he loved you. But he couldn't show it or he would lose his job, his life would be ruined. How can a teacher confess his love for a student? Even if she is an adult.