A Secret Night Out with a Student in My Twenties

I've been teaching for years now and I'm in my late thirties. Last month, when the school was empty after hours, one of my students from last year messaged me on social media about missing an old teacher's advice. We ended up meeting at a quiet cafe. She’s twenty-one now, but there was something about her that made me feel young again too. The conversation drifted to more personal topics as we sipped coffee late into the night. I felt this growing sense of closeness and understanding, realizing how much she had matured since high school. It wasn't long before our hands were touching, sending electric jolts through my body. We kissed deeply in the dimly lit corner of the cafe. I know it was wrong, but we both left with a deep longing for more.