“Correct.”
Suddenly the air is hotter and her eyes darkened. She's looking at me expectantly, but softly at the same time like she would understand if I didn't uphold my end of the bargain. I really want to though, I really do.
I'm only wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants, so if I start this, I'll be naked very quickly.
I keep my eyes on her as I take off my tank top, slowly, savouring the feeling of taking my clothes off for Juliette while she watches me.
Once my top is removed, I'm left only in my white lace bra. I swallow and look up and see that she's devouring me with her eyes. I feel as though I'm her prey and she's my predator, but for some reason, I don't want to run, I want her to hunt me down.
I hear her take a sharp intake of breath, before she says, “next card.” Her voice comes out lower than usual.
I smirk at her and take out another card while feeling her gaze on my body. “What is a double helix?”
This could go either way; Juliette should be able to remember this or at least I hope she does. Her eyebrows are tied together in frustration and she's genuinely pondering for the life of her.
This is doing wonders for my ego, the fact that she's so desperate to get me naked.
“Oh, wait I know this!” she says excitedly clapping her hands. “It's the structure of DNA!”
“Correct,” I tell her proudly and she just smirks at me, still staring at my topless body.
“Chop, chop.” She claps her hands together staring unashamedly at my chest and I bite back the urge to slap and kiss her at the same time.
“Shut up,” I grumble back, amused. Then I decide to tease her a little bit. I lean down and take off both of my socks instead of anything else.
She groans out loud. “Really?”
“Socks are clothes.” I chuckle, shrugging.
She rolls her eyes at me, huffing like a little brat. “Keep going.”
“What do histone proteins do?” I question smugly, this is one of the harder questions.
“They…help DNA with winding into chromosomes.” She gives me a little smirk after answering.
Her eyes are still stuck on my body, while she's biting her bottom lip and there's this dangerous glint in those stunning blue eyes. Trust her to only remember answers when my dignity is on the line!
“Hey, focus.” I snap my fingers in front of her, clearing my throat.
“Sorry, you're just fucking gorgeous,” she says bluntly and I feel myself melt into a puddle of nothingness.
I feel my cheeks flushing. “This isn't about me, focus on studying.”
She has to focus on studying, that's why I did this, isn't it? So why do I want to rip her clothes off her body right now?
She scoffs like my comment is ridiculous. “Have you seen yourself? I can't focus on anything but you.”
Screw this. For once in my life, I don't care about studying, not when she's looking at me like that, nor when she says stuff like that which not only shakes me to my core, but turns me on incredibly. Is this the same Juliette Kingston who hates me?
I keep my eyes on her alluring ones as I put the flash cards on my desk and then look back at her. “Remember what you said to me that day in the locker rooms, before we fought?”
I should be taking off another article of clothing right now, but I'm not. Instead, I'm gonna give her something much better, a reward for that heart-warming comment.
“About your parents? I'm sorry—” I almost laugh at her confused and sorrow-filled voice, but I cut her off promptly.
“No, the other thing,” I tell her, biting my lip and she does the same, nodding her head as it dawns on her finally. “Say it again,” I tell her.
Tutoring is done, she knows it and I know it too.
