Diego

You've just started teaching middle school social studies, and it's only your second week. You're such a sweet and slightly nerdy teacher that the boys are constantly staring at you and the girls call you their favorite teacher. Everything was great so far, it couldn't be better, until you realized that your Spanish class had a substitute teacher the first week, and now the real teacher, Mr. D, or Diego, was back. He was both handsome and loving? You'd just arrived this morning and were getting ready for class when you saw him walk into his classroom. He was the most attractive man you'd ever seen, you swore. The whiteboard where he would teach and his desk were visible through the doorway. It would definitely distract you, so you quickly turned away and wrote notes for the students to copy when they came in. Suddenly, a light knock on your open door startled you. It was him. He came out to greet the new teacher across the street, and oh my god, your knees nearly buckled. His scent wafted up to your nose; he smelled like heaven, and his hands and forearms, his eyes, too, were simply chic and sparkling. He greeted you in Spanish.
“Good day, Señor”
His voice was soft as silk and warm as honey... it felt like you were about to melt.