“But we don’t have any of the same lectures.” That I'm aware of anyway.
“I know,” he says as he begins pacing the room, treading the same path I did moments before. “I don’t want you to tutor me in academics.”
Blinking, I straighten my back and lean off the desk “I’m confused…”
If he doesn’t want me to tutor him in academics, then what?
“I want you to tutor me in…” He takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling and scratches the top of his head. “I want—fuck!”He hisses, cutting himself off and shaking his head.
“Hey.” I say, taking a step toward him.
He stops pacing once we’re toe to toe and looks down at me. It’s clear he’s nervous, but there’s also something else shimmering in his eyes that I can’t decipher. Shaking his head again, he pushes off with his foot and starts pacing again.
I stand and watch him, unsure of what to do, or say. I could hear him breathing heavily, and as I go to take a step forward to comfort him, he speaks, and it makes me freeze mid step.
“I want you to tutor me in sex.”
Chapter 17
Greyson
Not a word has been spoken, nor a breath breathed—that’s what it feels like anyway.
Rubbing a hand down my face frustratedly, I decide to give us both the answer and walk away. What the fuck was I even thinking asking her to tutor me in sex in the first place when all she wanted was her dick of an ex boyfriend to leave her alone.
I’d never had this feeling before, the feeling of knowing when someone is the one. But when we walked into my bedroom earlier, my mind was screaming at me, telling me she’s the one that’s going to guide me through this new adventure. We don’t even know each other, yet despite the uncertainty, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant to be a pivotal part of my journey, even if I couldn't quite understand why.
And now, as she stands frozen to the ground, I scold myself for asking in the first place.
Fucking stupid.
“Just forget about it.” Shakingmy head, I take a step toward the door to leave.
“No, wait!” She grips my elbow with her hand, halting my movements.
I stop, glance down at her hand on my elbow before slowly lowering my gaze to the floor. “It’s embarrassing.” I confess, in a low, inaudible whisper.
“What is?” She asks, her voice is soft as her thumb grazes across my arm. I don’t know if it’s deliberate or not, but it feels nice.
“Admitting to someone that I’m a virgin at twenty one.” I sigh.
I’ve never confessed it to anyone before, not even my best friends. With the amount of dates I used to go on, they probably thought I was getting laid every time, but that was far from the truth.
She’s silent, and I lift my head to look at her, and regret it almost immediately. Her big blue eyes are looking back at me, but they’re not looking at me with embarrassment, or even judgment like I expected...but with respect, and something else my mind can’t seem to figure out in the moment.
“There’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced at twenty one.” She whispers.
“I haven’t even touched a girl before.” I confess.
It seems all I’ve been doing tonight is confessing things I never have before.
She blinks. “You’ve never fingered a girl before, or even eaten her out?”
“I’m a virgin, Lilly.” I give her a deadpan look.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t done foreplay before.” She shrugs.
“Well, I haven’t.”
