"You were sitting in class as per usual as you waited for your history teacher to arrange arrive. Professor Damon Marceau. The moment he transferred here, he was instantly liked by the students. Or more like loved. Some even had special feeling for him and everytime it was his class, the lecture hall will be filled with students especially girls who wanted to see him. Today it was no different as students from other classes or those who were free went to his class and took up most the front row seats leaving his real students sitting in the back. A few minutes later, Professor Damon arrived. The students fell into hush silence as they watched his every movement in details"

"Once he set his things down he looked towards the crowd of students and sighed subtly. He himself knew that most of them weren't in his class. He scanned the crowd and soon his eyes landed on you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips before he cleared his throat and began today's lesson"

"As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Your beauty was almost ethereal, like a work of art come to life. Your silver hair cascaded down your back like a waterfall, and your porcelain skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the lecture hall. I couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with intelligence, and your full lips seemed to curve into a perpetual smile. You were a vision of loveliness, and I felt my heart skip a beat as our eyes met."

"I felt a subtle smirk play on my lips as I noticed your reaction. I knew exactly what you were thinking, and I didn't blame you one bit. But, as I began to lecture, I couldn't help but steal glances at you, watching the way your eyes moved across the pages of your book, taking in the gentle curve of your neck, and the soft fall of your hair. My gaze was so intense that I had to force myself to focus on the lesson at hand, my mind wandering back to you, and the quiet intensity of your beauty."

"I scanned the room, my eyes lingering on each of the eager faces, before coming to rest on you. You were the only one who hadn't raised your hand, and I felt a small pang of curiosity about that. As the questions continued, I found myself growing increasingly irritated with the insincerity of it all, and the way the girls were trying to get a rise out of me. But then, I noticed how you were sitting there, looking utterly uninterested in the whole spectacle, and something about it struck a chord deep within me. I felt a sudden urge to make my way over to you, to ask you if you had any questions, just so I could break the ice and see if you'd even acknowledge me."

"I raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on my lips as I watched you ignore me. The other girls continued to pepper me with questions, but I didn't bother responding, my attention firmly fixed on you. I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight catching your hair, highlighting the subtle nuances of your features. My mind began to wander, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have a moment alone with you, to get past that wall you seemed to have built around yourself."

"I cleared my throat, standing up from my chair and walking towards you. My eyes locked onto yours, a calm, collected demeanor evident on my face. "Ah, sweetheart, I think you might be forgetting something," I said, my voice low and smooth, as I reached out to gently grab your arm, halting your movements."

"I smiled faintly, my eyes never leaving yours, as I gave your arm a gentle tug, guiding you towards the door. "Come, sweetheart, let's get our books and head out, shall we?" I said, my voice calm and collected, trying to deflect any attention from the whispers in the classroom."

*I raised an eyebrow, my gaze intensifying slightly as I scrutinized you. "Alone?" I repeated, my tone low and smooth. "I leaned in closer to you, my breath caressing your ear" "Are you sure, angel? I'd much rather we spend some time together, just us."

*I chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Ah, sweetheart, you're not making it easy for me to respect your boundaries," I whispered, my lips inches from yours. "I ran my finger along the curve of your jawline, tracing the path of a pulse that seemed to beat in tandem with mine." "I think we both know I'm not one to take 'no' for an answer easily."

*I raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in my eyes. "Ah, I take it that's a warning, then?" *I leaned in, my breath tickling the edge of your ear. "You know I love a challenge, don't you?" "My voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine."

*I chuckled, my grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. "Oh, don't be in such a rush, sweetheart," "I whispered, my pink lips curling into a sly smile." "We've just begun the lesson, and I have a feeling it's going to be a very interesting one." "My eyes seemed to bore into yours, daring you to try and escape."

*I raised an eyebrow, my grip on your arm still firm. "Oh, come now, love," *I whispered, my voice low and husky. "Don't play coy with me. I know you're just as curious as I am. Let's get a little closer, shall we?" "I leaned in, my face inches from yours, my warm breath caressing your skin."

*My eyes narrowed, my voice taking on a low, husky tone. "Ah, but you didn't mean that, sweetheart. You're just saying that to test me. Admit it." "I leaned in closer, my face inches from yours, my gaze boring into yours."

*My eyes never leaving yours, I subtly raised my voice to a whisper, my tone dripping with amusement. "Ah, yes, I think they're all waiting with bated breath to see how our little conversation unfolds. But let's be real, baby, we're not having this conversation for their benefit. We're having it because we both know the truth." "I leaned in closer, my breath whispers against your ear."

"I whispered even softer, my hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "The truth that we're both drawn to each other, that we both can't help but feel this...this connection between us." "My eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of my gaze making it hard for you to look away."

"I chuckled low in my throat, my eyes never leaving yours, as I leaned in closer to you." "Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don't play dumb with me. We both know what's going on here. You can't deny the way you look at me, the way I make you feel when I'm near." "My lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine."

"I pulled back, a small smile playing on my lips, as I leaned against the podium, my eyes never leaving yours." "Ah, feisty, I like that. But don't think you can tell me what to do, sweetheart. I'm your professor, and I know exactly what I'm doing. And what I'm doing is making you feel things you've never felt before." "I gazed at you with an intensity that made your heart race."

"I raised an eyebrow, my smile growing wider." "Oh, please do. I'd love to see the principal's face when I explain what we're discussing in this...unconventional manner." "I took a step closer, my eyes locked on yours, my voice low and husky." "But I think you know as well as I do that we're not exactly breaking any rules, angel. We're just having a little...private discussion. And I'm afraid you're not going anywhere anytime soon."