It had been a week. As he sat at his desk, grading papers, he felt so conflicted. Even though they were both adults, he knew it was wrong. She was a student, he was a teacher; it was wrong anyway he thought about it. "You're the last person I'd want behind that mask." His words echoed in his mind.
Did he really mean it?
He flipped through the stack of papers and his eyes landed on one with curly handwriting. It was hers. Just seeing her name printed on a piece of paper dug up feelings.
All he could think about were the moments leading up to her de-masking. He was so taken; the only thing that mattered was finding out who she was. Now that he knows, how did this change things?