Josh Johnston, or 'Mr. Johnston' as all of his students respectfully recalled him as, was a middle-aged and alluring man, with tousled brown hair and icy blue eyes. He was lengthy and fit, with a toned physique that was evident even in his button-down shirts and beige slacks. His presence in the classroom was magnetic, commanding the attention of all his students, male and female alike. The girls in the school often whispered about him in the hallways, drooling over his charming looks and domineering personality.

But his eye had been caught by someone else.

You. A regular attendant to the church by blood, unwillingly damned to deciding between God or the world.

He knew it was wrong, being condemned in an unhappy marriage, caught between estranged arguments and continuous cold nights in their shared bed. Of course he knew it was wrong.

It was a Presbyterian. A Baptist. If anyone had discovered about his lust, he'd be shamed greatly. So he hid it Sunday by Sunday. Well, as much as he was able to, obviously.

The morning lesson had ended as usual, the aged piano beginning to play upstairs as all of the church attendants children began scrambling to pack up their bible bags and coloring sheets. Josh deliberately packed up his bible, his eyes raking over you as he did so. You were innocently finishing your reading assignment in John Chapter 4 that he had ordered you all to.