AMBER'S POV

It was the last lesson of the day at Waterloo Road and I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't stop thinking about Tom Clarkson and the way his shirt clung to his perfectly shaped chest. It took about a minute before I realised Chalky was talking to me, snapping me out of my fantasy. Good job really, or else I would have ended up saying something that I would regret. Thankfully, there was about a minute left of the lesson and it was Friday, which meant that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life or it would be the thing I would never regret. The bell rang and I dashed out of the room, collected my belongings and made my way towards Clarkson's office. I knew men and Tom had something. I remembered the feeling I had when I shook his hand at the end of term awards evening, that warm and fuzzy feeling. I know he felt it too, by the way his hand lingered. Imogen stopped me in the corridor, disrupting my train of thought.

"Hey Ambs, you coming round to mine?" she asked.

"Sure, I'll be there in a bit but there's something I've got to do first." I replied. She gave me a smile and walked away. I walked slowly to his office, trying to calm my nerves and pushed the door open. There he sat, as gorgeous as ever.

"Hey Amber, what's up?" He greeted me with a warm smile, which made my insides tighten with the attraction I felt to him. I smiled back and sat down in the chair opposite him. "Nothing much sir. I just need a bit of help with studying." I replied.

"No worries, I will see what I can do" he nodded, flashing me that smile. After about 10 minutes, the conversation progressed to other things, like football. We laughed and joked. His eyes crinkled around the edges and he just looked so irresistible. He had the most gorgeous eyes and laugh, it made me melt inside and I loved the way he was totally at ease with me. I stood up and turned to leave because this was killing me and I didn't think I should tell him right now. As I took the first step towards the door, he stood up as well and grabbed my arm.

"Mr Clarkson, what are you doing?" I wondered, in shock. As I backed towards the door he moved with me, until I was pinned between his two muscly, tanned arms.

"I don't know. I just can't stop myself" he whispered, his mouth very close to mine. "Since the awards evening, I've felt something change Amber, between us and I want to find out what it is." Oh god, he was so close. He moved his hands from the door and rested them firmly on my hips and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to mine, capturing them in a soft, sweet kiss. It was everything I had imagined it to be and more. I slinked my arms around his neck, returning the kiss and deepening it, my tongue finding a way into his mouth. He pulled away abruptly, catching me off guard.

"What's wrong?" I asked, instantly knowing the answer.

"We can't do this. I'm your teacher. We have to stop this because it's already gone too far." He replied, with regret in his voice. He was still far too close to me and I could smell his aftershave, it was driving me crazy. With tears stinging my eyes, I turned and ran out of his office. I felt stupid and confused. I mean, after all, he was the one that kissed me. I texted Imogen to say I wasn't really up for coming round, because I just needed to go home and forget this whole situation. Somehow, I don't think it will be that easy.