She chuckles softly. “But it worked. You were right. Brody’s gone.” Her smile is shy and cute. “Thanks for going through the trouble of pretending to have sex with me to get rid of my ex,” she says, her tone light and joking.
“It wasn’t trouble, Poppy. Not for me.”
That flicker of want ignites inside of me once more.
Despite that jerkoff session in the bathroom, I still want Poppy.
And that’s a huge problem because I can’t have her.
Chapter 14
Poppy
Ipark my car on the street in front of Nick’s house for our first official tutoring session together.
It’s been a handful of days since I last saw him at his teammate’s house party. Since then, I can’t get him out of my head.
Probably because it was one of the hottest nights of my life…and we didn’t even do anything. Not even a kiss.
But pretending to have sex with him was such a turn-on. It felt like foreplay with how much it aroused me. I can’t stop thinking about it. About the sounds he made, the filthy things he said, the way his skin flushed.
Even now, just thinking about it makes my tummy flip. I feel that familiar faint pulse between my thighs.
Every night, I’ve thought about Nick. Every night, I’ve been tempted to grab my favorite vibrator and masturbate to the memory of our fake sex session.
But I’ve always stopped myself. Because it feels wrong to think of him in such a lustful way. He’s not my real boyfriend, so I have no right to defile him in my sexual fantasies.
A small pang of guilt hits my chest. What a perverted thought to have about him.
I push away those naughty thoughts and refocus. I’m here to tutor him so he can pass his College Algebra class.
I hop out of my car with my backpack, walk up to the front door, and knock. A few moments later, Nick opens the door.
His mouth slants up in a half-smile. “Hey there, hot tutor.”
I roll my eyes and walk inside. “Quit calling me that.”
“Never.”
I try not to smile as he closes the door and leads me inside. That nervous feeling inside of me fades. He’s acting totally normal, completely unbothered by what we did Saturday night.
His teammates Travis, Blake, and Leo are all sitting in the living room, on their laptops. They all say hi.
“They’re studying too,” Nick says as I follow him to the kitchen.
I see a small box of the preferred brand of herbal tea I drink on his kitchen counter.
“I didn’t know you liked tea,” I say.
“I don’t. I got that for you. It’s still your favorite, right? I remember you drank it a lot in high school.”
A warm feeling swoops through me. I had no idea he knew that was my favorite.
“Yeah,” I say softly.
He fills an electric tea kettle and grabs a mug from the cupboard. “I figured I should have my girlfriend’s favorite beverage on hand when she comes over.”
My tummy flips at how sweet and thoughtful it is for him to do that.
