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"Stand, Miles."
I shot up from the chair, my body moving on instinct, the command in his voice impossible to resist. That voice-it gets under my skin every damn time, making my pulse race with a mix of fear and something else I'd rather not name. His eyes flash with anger, but he's calm, too calm.
"Come closer."
I hesitated, then circled his desk, each step slow, my heart pounding in my ears. He swiveled his chair, now facing me fully.
"Oh-"
Before I could react, his hand shot out, yanking me onto his lap. I tried to scramble off, but his grip on my hip was iron, holding me in place, making escape impossible.
"You know what I'm doing, don't you?"
Hell yes, I do.
But I wasn't about to admit it, not out loud. My lips parted, but no sound came out.
"Are should I make it more obvious?"
His right hand on my thigh moved closer to my dick. I grabbed his wrist trying to stop him. "Sir, Wh-"
I shifted on his lap uneasily. Words were unable to form.
I flinched as a sharp knock echoed through the door, and it began to creak open. I shot up from my seat, running without caring who came in.
I rush into the classroom, only a few people scattered around since it was lunchtime. Dropping into my seat, one thought kept racing through my mind.
*I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not ga-*
Wait... *Mr. Aiden is gay!*
The thought striking me like a lightning bolt, freezing everything else in place. My heart is pounding louder, my skin prickling with heat. Aiden-*Mr.* Aiden-he was gay. And it didn't bother me before, right? So why did it feel like my world was tilting off its axis now?
*Why do I care?*
My hands clenching the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. The classroom is smaller, suffocating, his image swimming in my head. All those times he looked at me, that smirk playing on his lips... Suddenly, the weight of every glance, every comment, every lingering touch of his presence is making sence.
I bite the inside of my cheek, the bitter taste of blood grounding me, but it's not enough. My body buzzing with confusion, and my thoughts circling back.
