teacher/student. "I really suggest you watch it," he says, his voice low. He stands, walking over to me. I raise a brow, smirking. I want to challenge him and I want to make him take me. My senses are suddenly heightened as I wait for him to do something. "Or what?" I ask, stepping closer. Mr. Caldwell laughs, taking a step back. I huff, crossing my arms. "I won't touch you, Tessara. You're still my student." "And?" He merely shrugs at my response. "So what if I touch you?" He doesn't answer as I step closer again, pressing my hands against his chest. "You and I both know we want this."