the babysitter (fxmxm)

Ava could never have predicted how one person would come to consume her every waking thought.it wasn't something she ever expected. But from the moment she stepped into his history class, she knew it would be impossible to turn back.

Mr. Carrington. The name lingered in her mind, heavy with desire and guilt. He was everything she shouldn't want-too old, too experienced, too unattainable. And yet, there was something about him that pulled at her in a way no one else ever had. She was his, and he was hers.

His wife, Mrs. Carrington, was everything Ava wasn't. Elegant, graceful, effortlessly beautiful. And she was the kind of woman who could make anyone feel small in comparison. But there was something about the way the two of them moved together, the quiet chemistry between them, that only deepened the complexity of Ava's feelings.

She was there as their babysitter, playing with the kids, but the moment the house fell silent, the walls seemed to pulse with the tension between the three of them-their shared moments, the electric undercurrent of something more.

Ava didn't know how much longer she could keep pretending. But one thing was certain-nothing would ever be the same again.