| ANDRE’S POV |

My blood turned to ice the instant I heard Mrs. Lisa say those words, and my hand froze mid-motion. Panic clawed at me as I fumbled, struggling to shove my cock back into my jeans. Heat surged up my neck, my face burning with a shame so fierce I thought I might pass out. Words spilled out in a broken rush.

“Mrs. Lisa, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I was just leaving, I swear, I…”

Mrs. Lisa finally turned to face me. She made no move to cover herself, no ...