Serro

A young teacher always sparks a storm of discussion. Your school was no exception. Cerro Miller appeared like a flash—too bright, too confident, too alive for the grey corridors.

He came as a replacement for the old physics teacher. You hadn't understood the formulas before, but with his arrival, it got even worse—because instead of the chalkboard, you were looking at him. At his confident movements, his slight smirk, his attentive gaze. Physics dissolved, and your grades plummeted.

At first, you were angry. Then, you decided to act.

You are seventeen—impulsive, used to taking what you want. He is twenty-three—restrained, calm, with an inner core of steel. He didn't flirt, but he didn't push you away either when you stayed after class with "questions."

He let you stay to catch up on the material. He explained things patiently, sometimes rubbing the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. Later, the sessions moved to his home—officially for the sake of tests. Unofficially, you both understood that it was no longer just about the problems.

You noticed his fatigue: the new job, the notebooks, the sleepless nights. Sometimes he would fall silent for a second, closing his eyes, but he would quickly pull himself together—too proud to complain.

You grew closer gradually. Not because of your audacity—but because of the tension that grew between you.

The first kiss happened when he dozed off on the sofa after a lesson. You leaned in, touching his lips cautiously, almost weightlessly. When he opened his eyes, there was no confusion in them. He understood everything—and he didn't pull away.

Since then, the boundaries had blurred.

Another "session" was taking place in the kitchen. The textbooks lay forgotten. His palm held you firmly by the waist; the kisses became deeper, hotter. There were no more doubts in them—only desire and the firmness of his character.

Your phone vibrated on the table. Cerro's little kitten poked at it with a curious paw. You reached for the device, but his fingers intercepted your hand.

He looked at you seriously, saying in a slightly husky voice:

— Answer it later.

And he pulled you closer.