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Fucking chemistry.
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Unknown number: Hey, this is Ezra. Mrs. Hargrove told me to reach out to you about tutoring. You got time during lunch?
I stared at my phone for a moment, surprised by the great grammar instead of the usual text lingo that annoyed the absolute hell out of me. I quickly clicked on the empty text area, typing out a response to him.
Spencer: I’m currently in the library. You can meet me here. I’m in the back near the nonfiction section.
Unknown number: I’m on my way.
I set my phone back down beside me, then quickly snatched it back up to save Ezra’s number into my phone. Then, I shoved a piece of broccoli into my mouth before turning the page of my book, my cheeks flushing at the scene that was starting on the page.
Wistfully, I wondered what it would be like to have two guys so obsessed with me. But I felt like poly relationships were so hard to come by. Besides, I was only a teen. I still had a lot of years ahead of me, including college. The idea of a relationship lasting past both high school and college was slim to none.
Still, I couldn’t deny that it would be nice just to have someone outside of my dad that cared about me. Someone that wanted to take care of me like that. A person who could make my head go quiet and just be the person I could rest my mind with.
A bag dropped down onto the table, and I jerked upright in surprise, staring at the massive guy standing in front of me. His thick, blonde hair was styled into a typical fuckboy look, and his blue eyes were filled with warmth and something I couldn’t quite pinpoint as he looked down at me. And good Lord, the way those biceps flexed when he moved. The sleeves of his long-sleeve shirt were straining against his muscles. Honest to God, if I were to wrap both of my hands around his bicep, they wouldn’t touch.
He was… massive. Tall—well over six feet. No wonder he was the best offensive lineman this school had. How in the world had I missed him so far this school year?
“Well, damn,” he said, running his eyes over me. My cheeks warmed, and I had to stop myself from reaching up and smoothing my hand over my hair to make sure my dark waves weren’t sticking up everywhere. “You’re Spencer?”
I nodded. “Ezra?” I asked, thankful that my voice came out strong.
He nodded and took a seat in front of me. “I’m going to go ahead and warn you that I don’t know how much you’re going to be able to help me.”
I frowned at him. “There are different ways to learning math?—”
His lips quirked up in the corners with a playful smirk, and my frown deepened. I suddenly felt very out of my element. “Oh, baby,” my breath hitched in my throat as that word slipped past his lips, and my body reacted, my nipples hardening, my dick plumping to half-mast, “that’s not my concern. I’ve got no doubt in my mind you can help me with math. But you’re fine as fuck. And that’s distracting as hell.”
My mouth gaped open. He winked at me and leaned back in his seat. My hands trembled as I jerked my gaze from him, forcing myself to place my bookmark in my book and close it. I’d never had a guy come on to me like this, and I didn’t know what to do with it.
Especially when the guy was as hot as Ezra Hart was.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” he rumbled, sounding pleased with himself.
I quickly shook my head and looked up at him, licking my lips. He focused on the movement, those blue eyes of his darkening a shade.
Oh, boy, I needed real fucking help.
“Um, there are other tutors?—”
He grunted, his smile falling away. Leaning forward, he braced his forearms on the table, invading my personal space. I couldn’t bring myself to move back an inch. He had me ensnared in those blue irises. They hooked into me, keeping me in place.
“Yeah, that’s not happening, Spencer,” he murmured. “But I promise I’ll do my best to be a good boy.”
Fuuuuuck.
I swallowed thickly. “I, um…” Fuck, what were words at this point? “T-tutoring,” I stumbled out. He grinned and backed up, leaning against the back of his chair again, giving me space. I blew out a shaky breath. I’d never been more flustered in my life. “I can tutor you on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Does that work?”
He hummed for a moment like he was contemplating it, then nodded his head. He stood and grabbed his bag, winking at me. “I’ll see you on Thursday, baby.”
Christ, he had to stop calling me that.
But I couldn’t manage to get a single word out of my mouth, so I just sort of dumbly nodded my head. He reached out and brushed the pad of his thumb over my lower lip before disappearing around one of the shelves.
I slumped in my seat and groaned, scrubbing my hands down my face, willing my cock to soften.
