As I made my way down the hall, the sharp click of my heels echoed on the marble floor. There was no surprise—you could hear me coming from a mile away.
The hallway was nearly empty. It wasn’t large, lined with white lockers on both sides and classroom doors firmly closed. The sunlit corridor ended with a bathroom, and in this familiar space, getting lost was impossible.
I knew my history teacher would scold me for being late, so I picked up the pace. Concentrating on not tripping over my own feet, I was startled by the sound of footsteps approaching.
I looked up, alarmed, but that feeling quickly melted away. My eyes landed on a set of lush, hazelnut-brown curls.
An unexpected urge surged through me—I wanted to run my hands through them—but I quickly dismissed the thought. My gaze traveled to his light brown eyes, deep and full of secrets.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over his baby face, trying to piece him together like a puzzle.
He looked Portuguese, maybe part Spanish. His tall, six-foot frame complemented his lean build. Not bulky, not thin—just perfect.
His long-sleeved, collared shirt hugged his arms in a way that made my imagination run wild. His slacks fit him impeccably, highlighting his well-shaped figure.
I was frozen mid-step, completely lost in the sight of him. I didn’t even realize it until he disappeared into the restroom, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Snapping out of it, I nearly tripped over my own feet, then hurried to history class, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and mixed emotions.
All I could think was, “The things I would do to him…”
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The Principal
RomanceApril knows the rules-some lines aren't meant to be crossed, and some desires are better left unexplored. But the forbidden always seems to whisper the loudest. What begins as a spark of curiosity grows into something darker, deeper, and far more da...
