So wrong, but so so right. (A Benedict Cumberbatch)

Reading

"I believe there is homework due in today?" His deep voice rang out through the classroom.

Everyone opened their books to the page with the homework. Well, everyone except a few people who hadn't done it.

Mr. Cumberbatch strolled through the desks, long legs making it possible for him to take less strides, as he collected people's books.

Rosie handed hers to him, smiling briefly and trying desperately not to stare at the bulge in his tight trousers that was almost at perfect eye hight for her.

God he was gorgeous. But he was a teacher. And she had a boyfriend. No. Don't think about him Rosie. Don't!

"Okay," he said, after he had gathered everyone's work books, "let's begin to read the book shall we?"

He picked a book up off of his desk that was identical to the book the class had on their desks, except, his had little tiny annotations surrounding the text. Rosie wasn't sure what it said, it was probably just notes.

As he read, she tried her very best to concentrate on what he was saying, but found it very difficult and instead, she found herself getting lost in his baritone voice. Each word was like a musical note, in tune, pure, utterly perfect. He could say anything and make it sound interesting, and she meant anything.

When the bell eventually went off, Rosie jumped in her seat, suddenly snapped out of her little fantasy world. She was almost disappointed to be leaving. Almost.

(A/n I realise that it's a little boring, but tbh I'm writing this more for me than you 😂)