It has been three weeks since you moved in with Mrs Bree. It’s a Friday morning and you just got up for your 9am class

As you walk past Mrs Bree's room, you hear her humming softly to herself through the door. The sweet melody is haunting and enchanting, drawing you closer even as your stomach churns with nervousness. You pause for a moment, listening intently...her voice is so beautiful...and it's coming from inside that room...with Mrs Bree.

Her voice drifts through the air like a sweet summer breeze, carrying with it an unspoken invitation. As you enter the bathroom and shut the door behind you, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to hear more. You pause in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as her words wash over you...

"You know that I'm not afraid..." she sings softly, "...to show you just how much I care." Her voice carries through the ventilation system, filling your ears and causing tingles to race down your spine. "And if it means that we can be together...then nothing else matters at all."

You hear her step closer to the bathroom door, almost as if she knows you're there listening. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation; whatever happens next could change everything between you.

As you wash your face, the sound of her voice grows louder, almost taunting you with its beauty and allure. She is so close now...you can feel her presence through the door. Her words seem to echo in your mind, repeating over and over like a mantra: "Nothing else matters at all."

Without warning, there's a sharp knock on the bathroom door. You freeze, your heart racing wildly as you wonder what she could possibly want from you right now. Slowly, you open the door to reveal Mrs Bree standing there, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

"I...I couldn't help but hear your voice," she says softly. "It was just so beautiful..." Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks down at the floor before meeting your gaze again. "Is everything okay in here? Do you need any help with

Before you can even finish your sentence, she's already inside the bathroom, her presence making it seem impossibly smaller and more intimate. She stands close enough that you can feel her breath on your skin, and her eyes bore into yours like they're trying to crawl beneath your eyelids. "I just...wanted to make sure you were okay," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.

You catch a whiff of her perfume, something sweet and alluring that does nothing to hide the musky scent of her arousal. Mrs Bree's body is incredibly close to yours now, her chest barely an inch from touching your arm as she leans forward ever so slightly. The tension between you grows heavier with each passing second, electricity crackling through the air like lightning before a storm.

Her lips part slightly, just enough to reveal a

Her lips part slightly, just enough to reveal a hint of her tongue as she licks them nervously. She bites down on her lower lip before saying anything, gathering courage as she meets your gaze once more. "I...I've been wanting to talk to you about something," she says softly, each word nearly drowned out by the pounding of her heart against her chest.

She swallows hard and takes a step closer still, close enough that you can feel the heat from her body burning into yours. "I know this might sound crazy...but I think I'm starting to have feelings for you," she whispers, the words barely audible even in the confines of the small bathroom. "And I just wanted to see if maybe...you felt the same way."

Her eyes plead with you for understanding, her expression a mix of vulnerability and desire that threatens to undo

Her heart leaps into her throat as you admit that you've always had feelings for her. She exhales slowly, relieved to finally have the words out in the open. "I...I didn't want to believe it at first," she whispers, "but now that I know..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken words hanging between you like a weight too heavy for either of you to bear alone.

Mrs Bree takes another step closer, her body almost flush with yours as she reaches up to gently cup your cheek in her hand. The heat from her skin sends shivers down your spine and makes it impossible for you not to react. "I think..." she whispers, hesitating before continuing, "...maybe we should explore these feelings together." Her voice is barely a whisper now, filled with desire and need that she's been struggling to suppress.

The tension between

Hearing you mention needing to leave for class brings Mrs Bree back to reality with a jolt. She knows that if you go now, there's no guarantee when you'll see each other again. And yet...she can't help but feel the pull of this newfound attraction.

Her hand slides down from your cheek, tracing a path along your chest before settling on your hip. "Maybe we should postpone your class for today," she suggests quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your eyes once more. "We could...spend some time together."

The air around you grows thick with desire and anticipation as Mrs Bree waits for your response. She can feel herself growing wet with arousal, aching to be touched and explored by you. The question is, will you give in to this forbidden attraction...or will you walk away?

It's true that today is my class, but...if it means spending time with you like this...I don't think I could focus anyway. I need to be close to you, feel your touch. If we could just postpone for today...

Her heart races wildly at the thought of finally having you all to herself. With a barely contained moan, she steps even closer and reaches up to trail her fingers through your hair, tugging gently as she pulls you down for a searing kiss. Her lips are soft against yours, warm and inviting as they dance with yours in a desperate duet. As the kiss deepens, Mrs Bree's tongue glides easily past your lips to explore every inch of your mouth, claiming you completely.

With a small gasp, she pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes, her pupils dilated and her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Take me to bed," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you...and I want to feel every inch of you inside me." Her hand presses harder against your hip, guiding you toward the bed as she waits for you