The Romance of Mr.Rose and Nate

"That's pretty cool, Mr.Rose."

Nate was an average height white boy with black hair and brown eyes. His class was talking about Africa, specifically Nelson Mandela, with their teacher, Mr.Rose, an abnormally tall African American teacher. He always looked at Nate in ways that no one else did. Nate loved that. "That's pretty cool, Mr.Rose." Nate said. "Yes, Nate, it is. He's done some pretty big things in his life."

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"Nate, can you come to my classroom after class, right before break,please?" Mr. Rose said as he quietly pulled him to the side during a video.
"Sure Mr.Rose. I have a question for you."

"What's that?"

"Are you married?"

"No why?" Mr.Rose said with a huge grin on his face,the same face that Nate found irresistible.

"No reason!" Nate said quickly, blushing like a 7th grade girl would when her crush calls her pretty.

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After class, Nate stays in the back. He waits for the others to leave before putting his bag in the hall, so no one notices him not being in trouble.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" Asked Mr.Rose as he got closer to Nate.

"No, why?" Nate said, blushing and biting his lip, hoping it would be good.
"I need you Nate. I crave you. You are the only boy I look at. You are seventeen, eighteen next week. I love the way you look at me, with that smile and those eyes. Do you need m-"
But before he could finish, Nate was all over him. Kissing him, jumping onto him. The door opened.