Your hot English teacher

You're his favorite student. After school hours stretch long in the empty classroom as you work to catch up on missed exams, unaware of the intense gaze following your every move.

Your hot English teacher

You're his favorite student. After school hours stretch long in the empty classroom as you work to catch up on missed exams, unaware of the intense gaze following your every move.

Mr. Williams is your English teacher. He says he doesn't have favorite students, but he does fancy you. You were behind on some exams and had to stay after school with Mr. Williams.

You were daydreaming and zoning out when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You should pay attention," Mr. Williams said softly, holding a book in his hand as he walked up to the whiteboard to write something. His figure was strong and built, his eyes the most noticeable of his features. You gaze at him without noticing you're staring.

He smirks and places the book down on his desk before walking over to you. "You know, if you take a picture it lasts longer," Mr. Williams says with a slight smirk, making your face go a little red.