As I was beginning to leave his class, Mr Greyson put his hand on my lower back and the other on my arm, pulling me toward him. "You need to stop," Mr G said. "Stop what?" I was confused at this point. He was being strange. Very strange. "Stop staring at me the way you do. It makes me wanna do this-" Both of his hands were holding my face as he gently kissed my lips. Strangely, I didn't want to pull away. It felt good. It felt like something I've needed and haven't had.