Caught

He was teaching Algebra. I already know the topic at the tip of my fingers. Of course, I studied ahead. Due to so much familiarity and hearing what I already know all over again, I completely lost concentration and gradually slipped into my dreamworld.

I stared at Mr. Brett as he rambled on. I can’t explain enough how mesmerizing he was. He was Italian, so his voice came out like music. He had golden wavy hair that matched his brown eye color. A manly and gritty stubble was on his chin up all the way to almost his cheekbones. His cheekbones were well defined and he had a concrete jaw. He was so masculine and dangerously sexy.

I gradually moved my eyes from his face to his bulging muscles. He flexed it with every movement of his hands. It was covered in tattoos, and I couldn’t make out the patterns. Not that I cared.

I turned my attention to his lips. I imagined those soft lips kissing me passionately. Not on my lips yet, on my neck, but him gradually kissing me down to my breast.