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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.