The breath from her mouth tickled the skin on my neck as she whispered, "Y/N...". She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and admired my facial features as she gazed at me. Suddenly aware that she had just crossed a barrier, she took her hand off me. "This is wrong." She only sighed, not daring to look up at me. She was battling her consciousness and desire, and I could feel it in her heaving chest. The same feelings were battling me. We both tried to resist, to rationalize, to not give in to the burning temptation. She was my teacher for fucks sake, and if that wasn't enough, she was older than me and married too. It was wrong in so many ways, forbidden even, and yet we couldn't seem to step away. "It feels right, doesn't it? You still want to, don't you?" I asked boldly. I moved my lips to hers, kissing her with intensity. She pulls away from my lips, hands finding their way to my ass. "You misbehave during my class, purposefully ignore my rules then prance around in these skimpy skirts of yours. You want my attention that badly huh?" She asked while her hands squeezed my ass. "You are a very bad girl." ____ Battling her final year of high school, what happens when Y/N stumbles across a new mysterious teacher? Will she be able to deal with the pressure? The constant bickering? The lust? The desire between her and this mysterious redhead? Or were the feelings just not mutual?