I clutched my skirt, squeezing my thighs together, and carefully put some distance between us. My gaze traveled up along Tyler's arm.

Being on the basketball team and sitting in the back row, I'd always just seen Tyler as another student, never really looking at him closely.

Now, taking him in, I realized he was a head taller than me, already built like a grown man.

The office at the end of the second floor was empty at this hour.

I opened the door and sat down, looking at the young man before me. Remembering our close contact moments ago, my body warmed, and I unconsciously touched my chest. "You know phones aren't allowed at school, right?"

"Yes, I won't bring it again," Tyler admitted, head down.

I took a sip of water, absent-mindedly crossing my legs, then noticed Tyler stealing glances at them, his eyes trying to peek under my skirt.

I quickly uncrossed my legs and pressed them together, smoothing down my skirt. "No more next time? Delete those videos, and you'll get your phone back when vacation starts."

Tyler hesitated for a moment, then took the phone, entered his password, and deleted the video files.

Seeing it was almost dismissal time, I waved him off and kept his phone face-down on my desk.

After Tyler left, I gathered my things and went home. Lying on my bed, I restlessly played with his phone.

I'd suspected someone I knew had stolen my phone - after all, a stranger wouldn't demand I teach without underwear.

This meant they knew who I was and weren't afraid of being discovered.

The most likely suspects were the teenage boys in my class. At their age, they were naturally curious about the opposite sex - impulsive and daring enough to try almost anything.

Upskirt photos of teachers and flipping girls' skirts were commonplace incidents.

Some had even sent me nude photos from anonymous accounts. I understood what these young men were thinking, and as long as they didn't cross too many lines, I usually let it slide.

But now my phone was missing, and I had to consider the worst scenario - it contained many intimate photos I'd taken for my husband. If those got out, the consequences would be unthinkable.

After hesitating for a moment, I entered the password I'd memorized when he unlocked it, and opened his phone.