Page 18 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

She rises and I let out a sigh.

I immediately miss having her near me—her warm touch and her sweet scent.

I wish I could bottle this girl.

She moves around to the vacant side of the double bed. “That’s tough.” She sets her backpack down at the foot of the bed and gathers her books.

“Are you ready to get started? she asks, her smile turning my negative thoughts to positive ones.

What is it about this girl that puts me at ease? It’s like when I’m with her, I’m not sure I’m even breathing— like my body can’t operate when she’s around. She has her long brown locks pulled up into a loose ponytail and she’s wearing jean shorts and a tight red shirt. She slips off her sandals and I can’t help but get a look at her long legs.

“How’s the ankle?”

I shrug. “Same. Thanks for agreeing to come over.”

She looks around the room.

I pat the spot next to me on the full-sized bed. I prop a few pillows up against the headboard. For a split second, I think about the sound the headboard would make while I’d grind into Adison.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

She swallows hard. “On your bed?”

I reach behind me and pull out a pillow. “I promise I’m harmless.”

Reluctantly, Adison sits on the bed and swings her legs over and situates herself against the headboard.

Her hair is still damp, and I fight the urge to run my fingers through her long tresses. Hopefully, I can concentrate enough to get through this session without ravishing this beauty who captures all my thoughts.

Adison

Rush looks like man candy on his bed with an ice pack on his ankle. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black T-shirt.

He pats the empty spot next to him. My heart flutters in my chest and I bite my lip.

“Come on,” he encourages as he taps the bed. “I promise I’m harmless.”

But the question is:Do I actually want him to be harmless?

You’re in over your head this time, girl.

Rush reaches behind his head and pulls out a pillow. “Here.” He tosses the pillow to me. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I bite my lip, fluff the pillow, and prop it against the headboard.

Am I really sitting on the bed of the biggest heartthrob of the Rebels?

My heart pounds out a love song in my chest and the butterflies in my stomach flutter to the beat. I take a deep breath and open the math book.

“Ready?”

Rush gives me a sexy smirk. “Am I ready? I’m always ready, baby.” His eyes drop to his crotch.

My face burns. “Formath, Mr. Radcliffe.”

He lets out a laugh. “Oh?” His eyebrows raise and he grins. “Math? Is that why you’re here?”

Warmth floods my body, and my nerve endings light up and zap my heart.

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