Mister Andrews ( teacher x student ) 18+

After Class

The room felt so small with just us, i could hear the sound of Mr Andrews shallow breaths, the sun was low and a warm glow of light cast over his face, showing off his masculine features, his eyes bright and soft.

He reached into a draw overfilled with paperwork and pulled out a sheet of paper, placing it down on his desk in front of me, his hand still connected with the corner of the sheet.

"Here, write down all of your favourite authors, and a few of your favourite books too, i want to further understand your literary preferences" he explained, handing me a pen and moving over to work on his computer.

I was unsure of what to write, i would usually explore all sorts of different writers when looking for something new to read, i had never really thought about any that i favoured.

I could have sworn i saw him checking me out in the corner of my eye, he kept glancing over every now and then, looking my outfit up and down, his eyes lingering on my bare legs, but I wasn't sure if i was just imagining things.

I decided on Christopher Berry-Dee, Liz Braswell and E. L. James, but i still couldn't think of any specific favourite books i had, instead i made a list of the books i had wanted to read, i wrote things such as game of thrones and the lord of the rings.

"Done" i exclaimed, breaking the silence, "oh but i changed it up a little" i added, pointing to the paper, he looked away from his computer and swiftly pulled the sheet away from me and began reading what i had wrote.

"The authors you've chosen are all so different, one interviews and writes about serial killers, one rewrites Disney stories to turns them into thrillers and the other writes adult romance?" He looked up from the sheet and met my gaze, his expression curious.

"Who the hell are you Miss Lander, i just cant figure you out, you're so.. unique" he spoke with soft words, his comment made me feel shy, I'd never had anyone want to know about or understand me before.

I shrugged with a playful smile on my lips "whatcha wanna know mister?" leaning forward in my seat with my hands holding me up, shortening the distance between us, a rush of confidence taking over my body.

He let out a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs open as he crossed his arms, "hmm, what do you like to do in your free time? besides reading that is"

"Well i love listening to all kinds of music, i enjoy watching horror films and i play a lot of video games, sometimes i draw too? There's nothing that's really interesting... what about you?" I used this an an opportunity to find out more about Mr Andrews.

"God i haven't been asked a question like that in years, I'm not even sure, i don't really get much free time with a job like this" he gestured to all of the work on his desk, "maybe you could recommend me something to get into huh?"

"Why don't you go out for a late night drive listening to your favourite songs, park up somewhere you can watch the sky and just.. relax" I smiled, his eyes hadn't left mine for a single moment.

"Maybe i will bells" was all he said as he reached out, it felt like he was about to touch my face or stroke my hair maybe, before he stopped mid movement and dropped his arm, as if he had make a mistake.

"Well, why don't you write a few paragraphs for me in the style of each author you chose?" He concluded, turning away from me and beginning to mark sheets of work on his desk with a slight scowl.

The rest of the hour went by fast, we had been sat in silence ever since he told me to write in the styles of my favourite authors, i was stuck on a few parts but didn't bother asking for help since he seemed to be in some sort of bad mood.