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I let out a wry chuckle. “I’m still fucking it up big time.”
He nods and laughs.
I smile to myself.
I know what I want now. And I’m going to get it.
Rae
“Fuck, that was awesome.” Kevin collapses next to me on the bed and wipes his brow.
I laugh as I pant and say, “And I totally kicked your ass!” I hop off the bed and swipe the air with my fists. “Kickboxing has really increased my stamina.”
“Yes, you beat me at squats and on the treadmill. Pissed me off, but you’re a good workout partner, pushed me to goharder.”
I roll my eyes and grab my water, chugging a bunch before looking back at him. He’s gaping at me.
I smack his stomach and he groans.
“Stop eye-fucking me!”
“Listen, a guy has to getsomethingfor tutoring you.”
I grin at him. “Oh, so you want a show? Put on some stripper music and dance for you?”
He looks like a kid in a candy shop. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“I bet you wouldn’t.”
I grab my gym towel and start dancing, pulling it around my neck, then whipping it off. Then I throw it in his face and laugh.
“Such a frickin’ cockblock!”
He jumps off the bed and grabs me, tickling me. I could get away if I wanted to. In fact, Anderson—our kickboxing instructor—has taught Amanda and me at least three different ways to get out of this, but it’s kinda fun. I let him tackle me on the bed and get a little rougher with his tickles. His face gets closer to mine and I can feel the tension surrounding us.
Warning bells chime in my stomach. I know I need to stop him now. He’ll listen, I know he will. But the thought of him not is making other warning bells go off. I suck in a sharp inhale and stop moving. I think my face goes white.
His eyes go wide and he stops immediately. He practically jumps off me, looking at me with concern. “Are you okay? Was that too much? Shit.”
I sit up, feeling withdrawn and nauseous. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being triggered. I know Kevin would never hurt me, but that feeling of being trapped on the bed?Fuck.
“I—uh—I’m fine, sorry. We should get to statistics.”
I move from the bed to his desk and pull my stats stuff out of my backpack.
“Rae,” he says softly, coming to sit next to me. “What’s wrong?”
I turn to face him. I can tell him this, right? Sure. It’s a part of healing. Being able to talk about it without falling apart. And I’m not even going to get into the details. Plus, he probably won’t let me be until I tell him.
“I was… sexually assaulted my junior year of high school.”
His eyes go wide. “Oh fuck, did you think I was going to—“
“No,” I answer quickly, gently brushing his arm with my hand. “No. But it triggered those feelings.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. But I guess I wouldn’t.”
“It’s okay, Kev. I just knew we couldn’t keep doing that because I felt the…tensionbetween us. Then one thing led to another in my mind… either way, I’ll be okay. Let’s do this whole tutoring thing.”
