~𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. „𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱. „𝑰...𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑. 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒅. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆." ~ ─────────────────── Sienna Swynford seemingly, hopelessly in love with him - Anthony Sallow, her teacher, the kind of teacher who's pretty laid-back, cracks a joke now and then, but is still fascinated by his subject and science itself, and even makes fun of those who don't know much about it. But most importantly: he's married to her math teacher and would never get involved with a student, never. And yet she tries to stand out, to be good at his subject, so that he'll notice her. And yes, he's nice to her, but she still keeps hoping for more. And what if he can't resist the building urge to touch her, to feel her, to call her his?