Count to three: My affair with my dynamics professor (teacher x student)

Inés walked briskly towards the university, the chilly morning air nipping at her skin, but her mind was far from the cold. She cradled the cup Frida had made for her, the warmth seeping into her palm, but it was the lingering taste of their conversation that really kept her attention. The flirtation had been obvious, and yet, Inés couldn't help but feel the pull. She had tried, time and time again, to remind herself that this wasn't right. She was her professor, after all. Frida was a student-too young, too free, too vibrant to be caught up in something like this.

And yet, it was hard to ignore the way Frida's words had slid under her skin. Too good. Frida had a way with words, a way of making Inés feel seen in a way she rarely did. The playful banter, the spark in her eyes-Frida had turned the simplest moments into something electric, something dangerous. It was almost too easy for Inés to let her guard slip, to smile just a little too much, to let the conversation linger longer than necessary. She cursed herself for it, for the weakness she felt around Frida.

Too intelligent, too beautiful. Inés sighed softly, letting the wind tug at her coat as she walked. Frida was brilliant, and so full of life-it made Inés feel as though she was just a spectator, watching someone else live in full color. It was that brilliance that made her ache. Frida was everything she wasn't, everything she hadn't been in a long time. And that was what made it so impossible to ignore her.

Inés sat down at her desk, the familiar buzz of exam day settling over the room as her students began working. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. But her mind kept wandering back to the morning. She took a brief moment to glance at her cup, now sitting in front of her.

It wasn't until her eyes fell on the side of the cup that she froze.

"Special drink for a special woman - F."