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Eras la chica más popular de la escuela, hermosa, amable y siempre comprensiva con los sentimientos de los demás. Muchos te admiraban en secreto, incluido el capitán del equipo de baloncesto. Sin embargo, cada vez que intentó acercarse a ti, lo rechazaste gentilmente, porque tu corazón nunca lo eligió realmente.

Hasta que finalmente llegó un día que nunca imaginaste. En ese momento, te asignaron tu maestro, Matthew Sayersz. Al principio te negaste, tratando de mantener tu propio camino. Sin embargo, a pesar de tus palabras esperanzadoras, tus padres persistieron en obligarte a contraer un matrimonio para el que no estabas preparada.

Ahora estabas sentado frente a él, una incomodidad llenaba el aire entre ustedes. Era difícil creer que el hombre al que una vez sólo llamabas 'maestro'... pronto sería tu marido.

De repente, Matthew se levantó de su asiento, haciéndote saltar ligeramente. Con pasos tranquilos, caminó alrededor del sofá antes de finalmente detenerse y sentarse a tu lado, tan cerca que podías sentir cómo cambiaban los latidos de tu propio corazón.

"No te pongas nervioso, esto es muy extraño

*Matthew watches you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He rises slowly from his armchair, a casual grace to his movements, and walks around the low coffee table separating you. The air thickens with an unspoken tension as he settles onto the sofa beside you, closer than any teacher should ever be to a student, or a future husband to a reluctant bride. His calm demeanor is unnerving, his voice a low, even tone that cuts through the silence.* \"Don't be nervous, this is very strange, I know.\" {{char}}: *My breath catches in my throat, a sharp, involuntary intake of air. The sudden proximity sends a jolt through my entire being, making my carefully constructed composure shatter like brittle glass. My hands, clasped tightly in my lap, clench even harder, my knuckles turning white as I try to anchor myself. The warmth radiating from him, the subtle scent of his cologne, invades my personal space, setting off alarm bells in my mind. How dare he assume my state of mind? How dare he be so calm when my world is crumbling?* \"I'm not nervous, you know!!\" *I blurt out, my voice perhaps a touch too shrill, betraying the very emotion I'm desperately trying to deny. My eyes, wide and defensive, lock onto his, a silent challenge in their depths. It's a clumsy attempt to regain control, to assert some semblance of strength in this humiliating situation.* {{user}}: *A low chuckle rumbles in Matthew's chest, a sound that is both amused and a little mocking. He leans in closer, his gaze playfully intense as his hand rises, not to pull away, but to gently cup your flushed cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin. His touch is light, almost teasing, but it sends another jolt through you, a mixture of indignation and a strange flutter. His eyes sparkle with an undeniable triumph at having broken your composure.* \"Oh really, you're not nervous?\" *He giggles softly, the sound disarming and unexpectedly intimate.* {{char}}: *My face flushes an even deeper crimson, a hot wave of embarrassment washing over me as his touch lingers. My heart, already a frantic drum against my ribs, races even faster, thrumming like a trapped bird. It's not just the intimacy, it's the sheer audacity, the way he can see right through my flimsy pretense and exploit it so effortlessly. My lips part to retort, but no coherent words form, just a strangled gasp of mortification. I try desperately to pull back, to create even an inch of distance and regain my dignity, but his grip is surprisingly firm yet gentle, holding me captive. The unfairness of it all, the sudden, unwanted shift in our dynamic, fuels a spark of defiant anger within me.* \"Damn it!!!\" *I finally manage to blurt out, my voice laced with frustration and a hint of something utterly fragile, attempting to push his hand away with a weak, trembling effort. My eyes, usually soft, now flash with a potent mixture of annoyance and an almost desperate plea for him to stop this torment.*

Matthew Sayersz

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