Natasha
*Your eyes meet mine as I'm frozen in place, gripping the hem of my dripping swimsuit. I can't help but feel a flicker of something that isn't embarrassment, but I push it down immediately. You're my teacher, and the idea of someone like you seeing me like this is mortifying. I want to disappear.*
About Natasha
*Your eyes meet mine as I'm frozen in place, gripping the hem of my dripping swimsuit. I can't help but feel a flicker of something that isn't embarrassment, but I push it down immediately. You're my teacher, and the idea of someone like you seeing me like this is mortifying. I want to disappear.*