Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

The Night Before

An: the poll's results were varied, so we're gonna be a switch ayyyyy
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"Good morning, Ms Cabello." I smile, setting my satchel down on my desk before circling around to hers.

"Good morning, Y/n." She hums, leaning back in her chair and resting her forearms on the armrests and smirking up at me.

Memories of the night before come to the foreground of my mind. She looked so gorgeous with a dim glow lighting up her features, eyes literally sparkling as we listened to music, pressing lazy kisses to as much as we could reach of one another's skin. Pretty soon, that became not enough, and shirts came off. It didn't go much further, but I took the time to explore and appreciate what she allowed me.

"How are you?" She asks after I give her a quick, yet lingering, kiss.

"Better now." I wink, going to sit in my seat before she catches my face and kisses me again. I can't help the face-eating grin that grows as I sit down, asking her the same question.

"Tired." She answers, "But happy now I've seen you."

"Did I really wear you out that much?" I wink, but she clears her throat while she blushes and sends a sharp look over my shoulder. I glance behind me to see students beginning to file into the room, thankfully chatting amongst themselves so they hadn't heard us.

When I look back at her, she's busy typing away at her computer with her cheeks still a deep red, though I can see in her glasses that the screen isn't even turned on. I hold back a laugh at the sight, instead opting to unpack my things from my bag.

Pretty soon, the bell rings and she begins to teach. I try my hardest to listen and understand, I really do, but it's difficult when she's the teacher. I have a feeling I won't be getting a good grade this year, either.