**Teacher’s Dirty Secret**
Chapter 31
MISS RAE'S POV
The stairwell behind the old gym was quiet when I stepped onto the landing.
I should have kept walking. The sensible part of me—the part that still answered to Miss Rae, literature teacher, thirty-one years old, carefully put-together—knew this was reckless. The rest of me was already wet and aching and tired of pretending the fear didn’t make it better. So I paused under the flickering light, charcoal skirt brushing against bare skin, and waited.
Daniel appeared from the lower flight like he had known I would stop.
He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me, eyes dark, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the shadowed space under the stairs. The air there was cooler, dustier. My back hit the wall. His mouth found mine in
