You Weren‘t Supposed to Teach Me

He was never supposed to look at her that way. She was never supposed to look back. lives by rules: Study. Stay invisible. Don‘t fall for your professor. But Professor Evan Hale isn‘t like anyone else. He‘s older. Colder. Always composed—except when he adjusts his cufflinks, just before saying something he shouldn‘t. The first time he touched her wrist, it was to hand back an essay. But his fingers lingered—like he was memorizing the shape of a mistake. I shouldn‘t feel anything, she told herself. Not from one touch. Not from him. There‘s an age gap. A power imbalance. A university policy that makes this more than forbidden—it‘s dangerous. He speaks in riddles. She answers in silence. And somewhere between shared glances and locked doors, silence turns into something sharp and impossible to ignore. She tries to walk away. But he never looks away. The first time he says her name behind closed doors, it doesn‘t sound like a question. It sounds like a promise she‘s about to break. "I‘m not scared of being caught," she whispers. He steps closer, eyes never leaving hers. "I‘m scared I‘ll ask you not to stop." If anyone finds out, his career is over. If she lets it continue, she may never be the same. Some boundaries protect you. Others destroy you. This isn‘t just a love story. It‘s the tension between what you crave... and what could ruin you.