Those hazel eyes land on mine, her hands coming out to wave at the air, cutting off my words.
I chuckle.
She glares back and then I see that spark of fire light up in her iris. "What if I want to learn how to please myself? Or how to tell a guy what I want? Why does it have to be about the guys pleasure?"
Something in my chest shifts.
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"Okay, well you've convinced me, I'll take the job."
Fuck.
Can't take it back now.
She blinks back at me. "What?"
What am I doing?
"When do you want to start?"
"Pardon?"
"You wanted a player, last I checked that's what I've been branded at school." I shrug, "and I don't exactly trust any of the other guys with you."
I tense and straighten, crossing my arms. "So, when do you want to start?"
"I didn't ask you." She mutters.
I know.
"I'm offering, Ivy."
"What if I don't want you to?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"You're my brothers best friend, my best friend brother, it would practically be a sin."
I almost drop it, tell her to forget it because everything she's saying is true, but- "It's the perfect option, we know we can't fall for each other so it would be easy, no lines would be crossed."
"What would you get out of it?"
"Free tutoring, I've got grades that need to be perfect or I'll lose hockey. Three months, just until the finals, that's all it'll be."
"You're Charlie's brother."
"And?"
"And that's complicated."
"Only if we make it complicated."
Her breathing shifts.
I step closer.
"No lines crossed. Three months. You tutor me. I teach you."
