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Eyes that speaks.

The school hallways buzzed with the chatter of students, but Emma felt like she was moving through a dream. After the interaction with Mr. Elwood in class, her heart raced every time she thought of him. Today, she found herself wandering into the library, a place she seeks calm and relax from.

It was quiet, the only sound of pages turning. She settled into a corner table, the farthest from the entrance, hoping to escape the reality of her emotions. As she opened her textbook, her thoughts drifted back to Mr. Elwood. Was it wrong to feel this way?

Just then, the door opened, and Emma held her breath. Mr. Elwood walked in, delivering a relaxed confidence. Today he wore a dark sweater that accentuated his strong jawline and intense eyes. Emma's stomach fluttered as their eyes met.

Emma!," he said, his voice smooth. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Just needed to study," she replied, forcing a casual tone. But the way he looked at her made it hard to play it cool.

He approached her table, a playful smile settled in his lips. "Can I join?"

"Im..sur," she said, her heart racing. He pulled out a chair, the sound of wood sliding across the floor making her shiver with excitement.

As they sat together, an electric tension filled the air. Mr. Elwood leaned closer, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes fixed intently on hers. "There's something almost magical about this place," he said, "It feels like a refuge from the outside world, don't you think?"

Emma felt herself getting lost in his gaze, a mixture of intrigue and vulnerability placed inside her. "Yeah, it's like time stands still here," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Exactly," he said, his tone growing softer. "It's in spaces like these that we can truly express ourselves, away from the judgments and expectations."

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, making her pulse quicken. "Do you think that's why people come here? To escape?"

"Definitely," he replied,using a serious note. "Some secrets weigh us down, but here, they can feel lighter."

The intensity of his gaze held her captive, making her acutely aware of the subtle distance between them. Emma's cheeks flushed as she met his stare, mesmerized by the depth of emotion reflected in his eyes.

"What about you, Mr. Elwood? Do you have secrets?" she asked, her heart racing at her own boldness.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating her question. "I do. But I'm more curious about what lies beneath these innocent face."

Emma's breath hitched in her throat. Did he truly understand her? The weight of his attention made her heart race. "I don't know if I have any secrets worth sharing," she admitted, feeling exposed.

"Everyone has their hidden truths, Emma," he said gently, inching closer. "It's just a matter of whether you're ready to uncover them..or simply not"

Before she could organise her thoughts,a group of students burst in, shattering the moment. Emma quickly pulled back, her heart racing. Mr. Elwood's eyes lingered on hers, a silent temptation bloomed  between them a recognition of something deeper.

As the noise filled the room, Emma knew she was getting in the beginning of something dangerous and risky . The secrets in her heart began to bubble to the surface, and she was left wondering if she was ready to reveal what lay beneath.

As she looked into Mr. Elwood's eyes, she saw a world of unspoken thoughts that she wanted to understand.