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The late afternoon sun bled honey-gold through the dusty classroom windows, illuminating the silent rows of empty desks. His confession, a trembling whisper that shattered the quiet, hung between them like a promise and a threat. Her breath caught, not in shock, but in a long-suppressed surrender, her carefully constructed professional walls crumbling to dust. She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume, jasmine and old books, weaving an intoxicating spell around them. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs as her fingers, cool and gentle, traced the line of his jaw. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of both resignation and awakening, before she closed the final distance. The world narrowed to the space where their bodies almost touched, a current of forbidden heat arcing between them. His hands found her waist, tentative at first, then firm, anchoring them both in the dizzying freefall. In her eyes, he saw not a teacher, but a woman unraveling, her gaze full of a vulnerable and desperate yearning. This was no simple transaction, but a collision of two lonely souls, igniting a flame that would consume every rule they had ever known.
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