NATHANIEL'S POV

I'm 18 years old. Senior year. And absolutely, stupidly obsessed with my teacher.

I don’t know when it started.

Maybe the first week of class. Maybe the first time she stood at the front of the room with her soft voice and neatly pinned hair. Maybe the first time I heard her say my name like she was... tasting it?

Or maybe I’ve always been wired wrong...always wanting the things I’m not supposed to touch.

All I know is this:

I’m obsessed with her. Not in a cute, harmless crush way. But in a bone-deep, brain-warping, can’t-sleep-because-I’m-thinking-about-her way.

But she's thirty-one. My literature teacher. And completely, painfully unaware...