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Esely and the feelings he had given me were starting to partly consume my thoughts. He had been a bother and a pupil I didn't want to teach for so long. He had become someone I really anticipated seeing. Additionally, he came at my door unexpectedly at first since he knew where I lived, but I'd be lying if I claimed that wasn't what I'd wanted. When I realized the secrets he was concealing behind that grin, I wanted Esely to appear. I wanted to see him there, looking coy and innocent while holding his bag close to his breast.
He seldom arrived at class on time, but that Wednesday he did. He didn't even notice I was there when he entered, except for a quick peek in my way and a look he gave me beneath his eyes. My gut tightened with excitement as I realized how covert this whole situ
