“Egg cell?”
“And …”
“I'm not sure.” She sighs, clutching her temples.
“It's a sex cell, so either sperm or egg,” I say reassuringly and she nods writing it down again.
Oh my god what is happening to me? I should be screaming at her or making fun of her for not remembering, but I'm not and I don't want to.
“What is adenine?” I ask, taking out another flash card and she completely blanks.
“I'm not sure.” She frowns.
“It's a base that's found in DNA, it only bonds with thymine.”
“You never even flip the cards over, how do you remember all this stuff?” She gawks at me in a half frustrated, half impressed tone.
I shrug. “It helps that I actually love biology. It's hard for you to remember because you're not actually interested in it.”
Ah. the privilege of rich people, never having to study for things that they don't care about, or even study for things they do care about.
She sighs deeply, frowning. “It's just so hard sometimes, I've been getting better, but it won't matter if I don't pass this test.”
Okay, so she has privilege, but she's actually trying. She's been trying for months, so clearly, she does care, it's just not something she's passionate about.
I watch as she runs a hand through her hair, looking exhausted. An idea sparks up in my mind because of how utterly hot she looks and also because it might help her.
“How about I give you some incentive?” I suggest, clearing my throat.
“Such as?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows and leaning back on her arms.
“Well, how about for every question you get right, I'll take off an article of clothing.”
Her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets and honestly mine almost do to. Why did I just say that? More importantly, why do I not regret saying it? At all.
“What?! Really?” Her tone is bewildered, yet enticed at the same time and it's turning me on.
Technically, this won't be getting in the way of tutoring because it's going to help her learn. Right?
I nod. “Yeah, this way, you'll get some incentive and focus more.” I want to believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I can't.
“Please,” she mumbles and I'm pretty sure she was saying that in her head, but it came out involuntarily.
I hide a smirk and pull out a card. “What are autosomes?”
She rubs the back of her neck. “Fuck, I don't know this one.” She frowns heavily.
I have literally never seen her look this distraught over not getting an answer right, all of this because I won't strip? Telling myself she doesn't like girls is getting harder and harder every day.
“Any Chromosome that isn't a sex chromosome,” I tell her, stifling a laugh and she glares at me.
“Next card.” She snaps at me, huffing.
“What is amino acid?” I ask her an easy one so she stops being annoyed, or maybe because I actually want to take my clothes off for her.
Who knows?
She visibly beams at the question. “Building blocks for protein!”
