Luna's POV
Mrs. Garcia stepped into the classroom, and oh boy, the rumors were true. She was absolutely stunning. With long, flowing black curls cascading down her back, an olive complexion that seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights, and icy blue eyes that sparkled with an intensity that captured everyone's attention, she radiated an alluring confidence. Her figure was curvaceous in all the right places, and she moved with an elegance that made her seem almost otherworldly as she glided to the front of the room, commanding the space.
"Good morning, class. I am Mrs. Garcia, your math teacher," she announced, her voice a soft melody that also held a powerful authority. The way she spoke sent an exhilarating spark down my spine, and I couldn't help but marvel at the effect she had on me. It was dizzying and exhilarating all at once.
"Good morning, teacher!" the class chorused back, some students whispering among themselves while others couldn't help but steal glances in her direction.
"Please introduce yourselves," she prompted with an inviting smile. One by one, students shared their names, and as the list continued, my heart raced in anticipation of my turn.
"I am Luna Salazar," I declared with a surprising burst of confidence.
"How old are you?" Mrs. Garcia asked, her gaze penetrating and unwavering.
"I'm 15 years old," I replied, feeling the warmth of her blue eyes on me, making my breath catch just slightly in my throat.
"Well, you must be pretty smart to be here with them," she remarked, her voice dripping with curiosity and knowing mischief, her eyes locked onto mine as if trying to read my thoughts.
"Yeah," I managed to say, a hint of breathlessness lacing my words. The connection I felt in that moment was electric—a current of unspoken understanding.
After introductions, the lesson began. We dove into algebra, which, quite frankly, was my favorite subject, and I found myself immersed in equations and problems with unexpected ease, all the while stealing glances at Mrs. Garcia. The way she explained concepts, her passion evident in every word, drew me in deeper.
As the bell rang signaling the end of class, I packed my belongings and started to cruise toward the door. Just as I reached for the handle, I felt a warm grip around my wrist. I turned back, startled to find Mrs. Garcia holding me there, a playful, yet serious glimmer in her eyes.
"How can I help you, ma'am?" I asked, my heart racing in a wildly uncoordinated rhythm.
"Call me Kira," she insisted, her grip steady yet soft.
"I'm your student, so it makes sense that I call you 'ma'am'. Will all the other learners be doing the same?" I posed, intrigued as I gazed into her enchanting eyes. She was just a few inches taller than me—a fact I was quite proud of given that I had always been the tall one growing up.
"No way! Just you," she replied confidently, as if my designation carried some special significance.
"Why me?" I asked, my heart pounding wildly in exhilaration.
Letting go of my wrist, she moved to lock the door—her actions sending a thrill of nervousness through me. She turned back, her gaze intense. As she approached, she gently cupped my chin, forcing me to hold her gaze, which felt like diving into an ocean of electric blue.
"You are different," she stated, her voice low and velvet smooth, as if confiding a secret.
"Thanks, but I really need to get to my next class," I stammered, suddenly overwhelmed by the inexplicably charged atmosphere between us.
"Okay," she said, then, in a sudden and achingly sweet moment, she pressed her lips to my cheek.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I could feel the blush deepening, a stark contrast against my pale skin.
"You look cute when you blush," she remarked with a teasing smirk, making me wish I could disappear into the walls.
Feeling my gaze wanting to drop, she tilted my chin back up, making our eyes meet once more.
"Don't ever look down when facing me," she instructed, her tone now a commanding whisper.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
"Words, princess," she urged gently, and I felt my stomach flip.
"Okay," I finally replied, an ecstatic whisper. Just then, she pecked my lips lightly and, after what felt like an eternity, unlocked the door, allowing me to escape into the hall.
My heart was racing; my thoughts a jumbled mess. I had just shared a kiss with my math teacher. What an unexpected and electrifying day it had turned out to be!