Third Person:
As the days turned into weeks, Mr. Montgomery found himself constantly thinking about the incident with Rebecca. The image of her reading that book, coupled with the explicit passage he had accidentally read, continued to haunt him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had invaded her privacy in a way that was both unprofessional and uncomfortable.
The memory of his own reaction, the sudden hardening in his pants, and the embarrassing need to adjust himself in front of a student, left him feeling disgusted with himself. He often found himself talking to himself, trying to rationalise his emotions and understand why he had reacted the way he did.
He knew he had to address the situation with Rebecca, but the thought of facing her again made his heart race, and his palms grew clammy. He feared that his reaction had not only embarrassed her but had also left a lasting impression on her perception of him as an authority figure.
During his free periods, Mr. Montgomery would often find himself daydreaming about how to approach the topic with her. He wanted to apologize for his awkward behaviour and ensure that she knew he respected her as a student. However, he struggled with finding the right words to convey his sentiments without making the situation even more uncomfortable.
As the school year progressed, Mr. Montgomery observed Rebecca's newfound focus and dedication to her studies. He was proud of her for overcoming the incident and felt a sense of relief that she had not held it against him. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he owed her an explanation and a genuine apology for his part in the awkward encounter.
In the end, it took several weeks before Mr. Montgomery mustered the courage to speak with Rebecca. As he approached her after class, his heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the heat rising in his face. He knew that he had to face his fears and address the elephant in the room, hoping that his sincerity would help mend their relationship and put the uncomfortable incident behind them.
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Between The Lines
RomansaI took my usual seat in the back corner, far away from the line of fire that always seemed to follow Mr. Montgomery's gaze. I tried to disappear into the safety of my textbook, but his piercing blue eyes seemed to find me anyway, as if daring me to...
