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I froze. I pictured myself picking her up, putting her on the counter and pushing her skirt up to her waist. How hard would it be to tear off her thick tights?
My cock throbbed. What the fuck was I thinking? It was too soon to make a move. I was a hot-blooded guy, and she was cute and female, but if I tried something like that now, she'd run away. I'd lose my chance to be tutored by the top of the class, not to mention my bet with myself.
I swallowed and grabbed a glass. If I was lucky, she didn't notice my hesitation. Or the tent in the front of my jeans. I was going to need some time alone when she left.
I filled up the glass and handed it to her. As far as I could tell, she didn't notice that my hand trembled.
Her fingers brushed across mine as she took the glass.
"Thank you." Her face was pink again. Judging by the direction of her gaze, she hadn't missed a thing.
Shit.
At least she wasn't running away. Yet.
"You're welcome." I grabbed a glass for myself and filled it full of water as well. I could have dumped the whole lot on my head, but she'd definitely notice if I did that.
"This is a nice place." She turned around slowly, giving me a good look at her.
"Um, thanks. It's a bit messy." Dad and I did the best we could when Mum was in hospital, but we were both busy and neither of us cared all that much. Before she came home, we'dgive a good scrub down everywhere, so at least it would look like we tried.
If she came home.
"I've seen worse," Bec said. "You should see Grace's place. There's cat hair everywhere. All you need to do is walk past and you get covered in it."
"And Grace is…your best friend?" I guessed.
"Right. Since the start of high school." She took a few swallows of water.
"Oh, that's great." I nodded slowly. "So she knows all your dirty little secrets?" I was teasing, but part of me wanted to know them too. Okay, a big part of me, and most of it was in my pants.
"If I had any, she'd know them," Bec said. "But she'd never tell."
"So, if I want to know, I have to ask you?" I asked.
I watched her tongue dart over her lips. "We should get back to work."
"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?" I tried my best not to think about what I wanted to eat. Instead, I grabbed a bag of pretzels out of the pantry and tipped a pile of them into a bowl. "Brain food."
"I'm surprised you're allowed to eat them," she said. "Shouldn't you be on a strict diet or something?"
Before I could respond to that, she quickly said, "I just mean because of football, not because you need to."
I glanced down at myself. "I figured that was what you meant. You don't seem the type to judge people based on their looks." Plus, I was cut from hours in the gym and football practice.
She laughed bitterly. "I'd be a hypocrite if I did."
I bet she got teased for her curves, because people suck. I wanted to tell her she looked perfectly fuckable to me. I didn't. I didn't know her well enough for that yet.
"People should keep their eyes on their own paper," I said firmly. "There are more important things in the world than what people look like. Like, how smart they are." I offered her a smile.
She gave me a faint one in return.
"We really should get back to that poem," she said.
Chapter Five
BEC
