I'm not okay (Ferard) (teacher/Student)

I sit with Gerard trying to get him to understand exponential functions and I get a little distracted. I keep mindlessly talking, knowing that he is not listening to a word I say but trying to get the benefit of doubt and believing he is actually try to learn something. I want him to understand but it is really hard to teach him when he keeps staring at me. I mean, I am used to children staring at me, I'm a teacher for God's sake, but Gerard is so perfect. I'm trying to focus on the lesson and teaching him, because I know if I'm not interested in teaching it, he definitely won't be interested in learning it, but the way he I looking into my eyes; it's like he would be content not looking at anything else forever.
I know I am just imagining it, and he is actually trying to learn, but I am caught up in imagining him with me forever. How I would wake up Saturday mornings and start making breakfast and he would walk downstairs in his cute pajamas and I'd kiss him on the nose. All kinds of things we could do if I wasn't his teacher, and he wasn't my student. I try to focus on the lesson, but find myself unable to.
I see his eyes move off of mine and go lower. Now he is staring at my lips. curious too, and know he wouldn't know any different, I look at his lips.
His lips were a pink color. I saw his tongue flick out and quickly lick them and I feel myself getting really turned on. I look back up, trying to calm myself down, but see that he was looking at my eye again. I know he saw that I was looking at his lips because of the smirk that was playing on them right now. I feel myself start to blush and I look back down at the paper again, seeing the equation was done.
I cleared my throat, trying to make sure my voice was normal before I spoke. "So, um, how about you solve this one by yourself?" I said writing down another one. I looked out of the side of my eye and saw his face pale. I guess I was right he didn't listen to me. I saw him trying to focus on the example equation above, trying to figure out what I had done.
I put the pencil down in front of him and looked at him expectantly and sympathetically. After a few minutes of trying to solve the equation, he was done.
I looked over his work, knowing his answer was wrong and figuring u what he did wrong.
I wrote down the exact same equation and stated using analogies to explain it again. It took me a while to figure out one that would actually make sense but when I did I could see it finally click for him.
I gave him a few more equations and he finished them with ease. I saw him start to smile again, knowing he was satisfied he finally understood. I smiled at his happiness. As I started gathering up his stuff, I could see him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, blushing a little.
"Oh, I um... nothing." he said blushing too.
"Oh, I almost forgot." I said, "The janitors are a little upset that we have been staying here so late, so we could start going to one of our house everyday. If that's okay with you, of course." I said, scratching my neck, nervous. In truth, the janitors could care less, but I'm getting tired of staying here and I would like to be much more comfortable. Besides, a more comfortable pace for Gerard could get him to open up a little more with me and I just want to be closer to him. I already like him so much, it could be dangerous, but if we can only be friends, I want us to be the best damn friends we could be.
"Yeah, um, tomorrow my parents are going to be hosting this party for their work at my house, so I can't be there. Is it okay if we went to your house?" He asked.
"Yeah, of course, my house it is."

Notes

Sorry I don't have a chapter title, I forgot which one I'm on. Sorry about the chapter, I feel like the story is getting worse and worse. I have a few surprises for you guys in the next few chapters though.