THEO
The art teacher.
I hadn’t expected to see her again. Just two ships passing in the night. Chicago was a big city, so what were the chances? Our encounter had been insignificant before, nothing special. And now all I could think about was her flowing brown hair, pooling over her shoulders in the softest of curls. I was hypnotized by her pretty hazel eyes, wondrously fiery and bright. I could still see her lips as she spoke, full and plump and sinfully soft.
We were in her classroom. Nobody else was around, so we were entirely alone, the rest of the universe dead to us at that moment. She was a spectacle to behold, dropping to her knees while her lovely hands and slender fingers dragged down my chest and abs. I could still smell her perfume, a light lavender and honey mix from her ha
