I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but suck in a breath when he placed his hands on my waist and touched his forehead against mine. I wanted this. He was a teacher and more than anything I wanted to touch him. And more than anything I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to hold me in his arms and to run his fingers through my hair and to press his lips against mine... but what I wanted had the power to take him away from me - and that was the last thing I wanted.