He was young and devoted to his job, he had big bright eyes that could make even the coldest heart warm. His laugh, which changed many times, could easily make anyone swoon. He was perfect. But there was a problem. He was my English teacher. "Miss Edwards?" He asked calmly, his eyes scanning over my face. "Yes sir?" I replied, noticing how close he was sitting, his knee was so close to mine I could almost feel it against my skin. "What is it that's distracting you in lesson?" His voice was smooth, like it always is. An accent not so foreign to me rolled off his tongue and gently into my ears. It took me a while to finally reply, but he didn't seem to mind how long I was taking. "You."