Page 28 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

His arms slip under my jacket after a few minutes. As my warmth blankets him, he shivers. I press a kiss to the top of his head as I let my emotions move through me.

There's joy and peace.

And even a bit of excitement.

I can't deny being this close to him does things to me. My cock aches, wanting to be buried inside him. Wanting to see those gorgeous lips wrapped around me.

I could do such filthy things to him if he let me. I could also treat him like the prince he is. I could lay him out and feast on him for hours.

Pushing down the thoughts when I feel my body reacting is hard. I have to tilt my hips back to not give myself away.

I have a feeling he knows anyway if the soft chuckle is anything to go by. It's the first time he's laughed or shown any happiness since dinner, and I'm thankful for it.

In my moment of euphoria, I blurt out, "Will you go on a date with me?"

All the progress I thought I made flies out the window. He yanks himself away and crosses his arms. It's a move that's clearly meant to say ‘no’even if his voice doesn't relay the message.

I tilt my head as I look down at him.

"Little genius?" I ask.

He doesn't say anything. Unfortunately, he doesn't get the chance to either. A car pulls up right as I'm about to ask again. From the impatient driver’s look, this is the type of person who will not wait on me.

I let out a heavy breath, then pull him into a quick kiss. I'd love to wrap myself around him more to truly sink into it. With how he's been back and forth tonight, I know it's not a good idea.

"See you soon," I tell him.

Then I climb in the back of some stranger's car and give them my address.

As I drive away, I watch Rodney on the porch. His eyes never leave the vehicle until we're so far gone I can't get a glimpse of him anymore.

I wonder if he’s going to think of me as much as I’ll think of him until we're reunited.

I hope so.

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When Rodney doesn’t answer my text the morning after dinner at his place, I chalk it up to him being tired and maybe sleeping in.

But then three more days pass.

Then another.

And another.

At the seven-day mark, I feel myself on the edge of losing my mind. I’m a feral beast locked in a cage trying to fight its way out.

I’m fierce on the ice, taking down my opponents and giving my teammates a hell of a run. Coach is overjoyed because we won by shutout in our last game. I also got a hat-trick, which shouldn't have happened given my position.

But the anger and the helplessness I felt fueled me.

Now though, I've gotten to the stage where I need to do something. I have to fight for him.

While I know where he lives and could just go knock on his door, I feel as if that may be crossing the line. He wants to be with me. I know he does.

You don't kiss someone like that, don't fall apart in their arms if you're not interested.

There are things holding him back. Or someone. Maybe a few someones.

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