Lane's POV (1st Person- of last chapter):
As the students slowly filed out of the classroom, my eyes lingered on Rebecca, who appeared lost in her own thoughts as she packed up her belongings. I felt a tug at my heart, a strange blend of admiration and concern for this student who seemed to always keep to herself.
When she rose to get up, her head collided with mine, causing her belongings to scatter across the floor with a loud clatter. I quickly knelt down to help her gather her things, my heart racing at the proximity between us. In that moment, I couldn't help but notice the way her skirt had ridden up, revealing a glimpse of her panty line. It was a fleeting moment, but one that left me feeling strangely unsettled.
As we worked together to collect the scattered items, I tried to maintain my composure, my eyes flickering to her exposed skin before quickly averting my gaze. And then it happened - she bit her lip in concentration, a habit so innocent and yet so alluring that it sent a jolt of desire through me.
Her unintentional action had caught me off guard, sending my mind into a frenzy as I struggled to regain my focus. With each accidental brush of our hands, I felt the tension in the air thickening, a magnetic pull between us that I couldn't ignore.
As we gathered the last of the fallen items, Rebecca rose to her feet, smoothing down her skirt with a nervous gesture. "Thank you, Mr. Montgomery," she murmured softly, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
I swallowed hard, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "You're welcome, Rebecca. I'm sorry for the...um, distraction," I managed to say, my voice slightly strained.
She offered me a small smile, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite decipher. "It's okay, Mr. Montgomery. Let's just forget about it and move on," she replied, her voice tinged with nervousness.
As she gathered her things and headed towards the door, I couldn't shake the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that swirled within me. Her unintentional actions had stirred something deep within me, a yearning and desire that I tried to suppress. And as I watched her walk away, her figure disappearing through the doorway, I was left grappling with my own emotions, confused and consumed by the lingering impact of that brief yet unforgettable moment.
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Between The Lines
RomanceI 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...
