She walked into the classroom with her neat hair tied back, and her fitted dress accentuated every graceful curve. Not overly youthful, but her experience and calm gaze made it impossible for me – a final year student – to look away. Today, in the tutoring class, there were only two of us left, and the atmosphere between us seemed thickened by an unusual closeness.
She taught in a soft, deep voice, and each time she leaned down close to me to point out something, the gentle fragrance from her made my heart race. I couldn't tell if it was the soft lighting or her unusually warm gaze that day, but at the moment she placed her hand on mine to correct a mistake in my calculation, my whole body tingled.
“You’re a bit flushed…” – she said softly, but her gaze did not shy away. I gulped, looking directly into her eyes. We were silent for a few seconds, and then it felt as if an invisible thread pulled us closer. When our lips met, everything around us faded away.