Neil walked towards her slowly, each step deliberate.
The small dark room had nothing in it, just four walls and the two of them. It reminded him of the bathroom, closed
off from everything, just teacher and student.
Cynthia's back pressed against the cold wall as he approached, her breathing already unsteady.
'Why does he have to look at me like that?' she thought, feeling her heartbeat quicken with every step he took closer.
She had walked away from him trying to compose herself, trying to gather some restraint, but her body had already made
its decision the moment she called his name.
Neil stopped just inches away from her, their bodies not yet touching, but close enough that she could feel the warmth
radiating from him.
"Teacher." He said softly.
That one word sent a shiver down her spine. It always did, because it reminded her of what they were, what they were
supposed to be, and how far they had crossed that line.
