And I'm his student.

He had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen, it had that effect that made me just want to squirm inside when they met mine. It was the way it made shudder in delight. And yet despite it all, I didn't want to feel this way, it was and is wrong, but I could feel something inside of me telling me it wasn't.

His slick brown curls laid heavenly against his soft skin, right above his high cheek bones that I loved so much. And his beard looked so soft that I just wanted to run my fingers through it. It matched the brown sweater underneath his loose stringed blazer. It gave a nice touch to his broad shoulder yet slender figure. His long finger strokes his chin as he reads over a large book on his desk.

And all of this happening while, I sit and watch him from the front of his class. Among the other studious classmates as they scribbled down intensely on their papers.

"Eleonore?"

I glance at him

Mr. Calvin now looked over at me wondering what I was doing,

"Yes sir?"

"Are you doing your work?"

I nod and reluctantly take the pencil in my hand and look down. Slightly ignoring the stares I was receiving around me.

Why was I feeling this?