The room hung heavy with the heat of their bodies and the faint, lingering musk of sex.
The sheets, twisted and damp with sweat and the spill of their release, clung to Silvia's trembling body, molding to her curves.
She lay on her back, legs weak and splayed, her auburn hair a wild halo fanning across the pillow, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead.
Her glasses, flung aside in the chaos, lay forgotten somewhere on the floor, leaving her hazel eyes—still unfocused, glazed with the haze of pleasure—blinking rapidly as she tried to claw her way back to reality.
Then it hit her.
Her breath caught, a sharp hitch in her throat, as she yanked the sheets up to cover her naked chest, clutching them like a lifeline.
"Gods," she whispered, her voice trembling with horror. "Lor… I… I'm your teacher."
The word came out like a confession, heavy with shame, her eyes wide and darting as if she expected judgment to descend at any moment.
