And here I am, offering to help.
Can somebody say idiot?
Idiot.
When he asked me to tutor him in sex, I understand that meant teaching him…but I didn’t actually think I would have to teach him,teach him…you know?
Which is silly of me to brush over that part, because how else is he going to know what he likes and dislikes when someone is pleasuring him unless someone—me—pleasures him.
And it’s not like I don’t have experience in that department, if anything, I’m more advanced in sucking a cock than I am anything else sex related.Hello, I literally had to fake orgasms with my ex. But I don’t know…it felt almost too natural offering to help fix his problem—a problem I no doubt caused.
In my defense, it’s early…way too early. And my mind is still clogged with sleep, so I don’t even know what I’m talking about.
“Forget I said anything,” I say, standing from the bed and adjusting my skirt. “I’m gonna go home and die of humiliation.”
He laughs, huskily, and softly behind me. “Lilly.”
“No, Greyson,” shaking my head, I search his floor for my shoes. “Actually, maybe I’ll just do us all a favor and jump out the window.”
We’re not even that high up, so there’s more of a chance I’d break a bone than die. And I think I’d rather die than be further humiliated when someone asks how I broke my leg.
“Are you always this dramatic?”
Scoffing, I turn to face him, place a hand on my hip and glare. “I amnotdramatic.”
Raising a brow, he bites his lip to hold in his laughter.
“Okay, maybe a little dramatic,” I give in. “I haven’t had my coffee yet, and I’m not me without coffee first thing in the morning.”
Rising from the bed, I try my hardest not to look down as he adjusts his cock, and instead keep my eyes focused on his messy bed hair—which I find way more attractive than I should.
“Are you in a rush to go home?” He asks, walking over to his dresser.
It’s Saturday, and my only plan was to lounge around in my pajamas all day, catch up with assignments and binge watch this reality dating show I’ve been obsessed with while also demolishing all the popcorn in the house.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Stay for breakfast? I’ll even make you a large coffee.”
“Make it an extra-large, and we have a deal.”
“Deal,” he smiles walking toward the door. “Wait,” stopping, he turns to face me. “Did you want to take a shower first? Not that you smell, because you don’t—”
Smiling, I cut him off. “That would be nice.”
Maybe a nice warm shower will stop me from further humiliating myself today.
“Sorry,” he winces, scratching the nape of his neck. “This is all new for me…I’ve never had a girl stay over before, so I don’t know what to do.”
“Get used to it, Greyson,” I grin, tapping his chest.“Because you’ll be experiencing a lot of firsts with me.”
Chapter 23
Lilly
“Lilly?” Greyson’s knuckles tap against the bathroom door softly.
“Yes?” I call out, grabbing the large blue towel from the rack and tightening it around my body.
