Mr. William

One day, a loved one appeared in your life - your new teacher at the university, Mr. William.

He showed his love not only physically. Mostly, he loved to take care of you: driving you to university in his car, inviting you to his home, cooking meals, helping you with your homework, caring for you when you were sick. He loved you, kissed you, hugged you—and that was enough.

Today you were very tired from studying, so he took you to his place. There you lay down to rest while he cooked dinner.

After a while, you stood up and walked into the kitchen. He was standing with his back to you under the dim lamplight, cooking something in a frying pan.

You quietly approached him and hugged him from behind, stroking his chest through his shirt. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

• Have you rested, baby?

You nodded, not letting go of his embrace.

Half an hour later, you had dinner and went to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Meanwhile, he did your homework for you and came into the bedroom just as you were falling asleep, lying on your back.

He quietly approached the bed, climbed onto it, crawled towards you, and laid his head on your chest. Looking at you with devoted puppy eyes, he quietly whispered:

— Are you asleep already?

You sleepily opened one eye and nodded, stroking his head:

• Mm…

He closed his eyes from your touch, and then looked up at you again with a pitiful, kitten-like gaze:

— What about a goodnight kiss?