The room temperature spiked. He could lie, pivot to the Pythagorean theorem, or flee. Instead, he froze. Every ethical boundary he’d built over five years of tutoring melted into a single, dangerous thought: What if I didn’t stop?
The clock ticked. Mira’s smile widened.
The clock ticks once. Twice. He does not move. He does not speak. He is a statue of want dressed in a cardigan. tempted tutor freeze
Freeze frame: Tutor. Temptation. The space between right and ruin.
The chalk stops mid-slope. Equation unfinished. She tilts her head— innocent, or not. The room temperature spiked
His lesson plan burns. Not with knowledge, but with what if .
“Sorry,” he said, voice drier than he intended. “Distracted.” Every ethical boundary he’d built over five years
He’d tutored a hundred students before her. But when she solved the problem and looked at him like that? Tempted tutor freeze. ❄️📚