(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.

"He's your math teacher Elena!" "And?" "For gods sake he grades your papers, teaches you in class, how could you have such fantasies about him?" With the attraction towards her math teacher, and the innocence of her student privileges. Here lies the story of the girl that had more than just a student-teacher relationship.