Maya's POV He was standing by the chalkboard, wiping away the remnants of the lecture. His back was to me, his shoulders broad under his white dress shirt. The fabric stretched tight as he moved, and I watched the way the muscles in his back flexed. I’d spent the last hour staring at him, not hearing a word about literature, only imagining how those hands would feel on my skin."Maya," he said, without turning around. "If you stay any longer, they’re going to lock the building with you inside."His voice was like dark chocolate, smooth, bitter, and addictive. I stood up, my legs feeling a little heavy. I didn't go toward the door. I walked toward him."Maybe I don't mind being locked in," I said. My voice was bolder than I felt.Elias finally turned. He dropped the eraser on the ledge, a small cloud of white dust settling around his polished shoes. He looked at me, his dark eyes scanning my face before dropping down to my throat, then my chest, then back up. He didn't have his teache
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