"Reverse it. Many men, one woman they idolise."
But still he only looks lost, so I grab the book I'd been reading and throw it towards him. He catches it with one hand, his t-shirt lifting up slightly on his stomach, showcasing the hard muscles beneath.
I look away. "Read that and you'll know what I mean."
And he does, he settles into the book quietly while I continue with his assignment.
I know he asked for help but honestly, doing the work just seemed easier.
My eyes swing between the email, the words I'm typing and the boy sitting beside me in rapid succession.
"What the fuck, you read this?" It only feels like minutes later, but it's been at least ten when Asher's voice pierces my concentration.
I look up, keeping a straight face at the slight flush on his cheeks even if I do want to grin like a loon and tease him for it.
"How the fuck do you not get turned on?"
I tilt my head at him, the words slipping free with no thought behind them. "That's the point."
He drops the book, letting the pages all flutter together as he climbs further up the bed, and removes the laptop from my lap, placing it on my bedside table.
"What are you doing?" I ask, sinking further into the pillows surrounding me, wanting to disappear as I feel the heat of his body surrounding mine.
"We're done with my study for the day, now it's time for yours."
I raise a brow, "Mine?"
"Yep." He nods, settling in front of me, too close for comfort.
"What are we learning?"
"What do you want to learn?" Asher says, his words slow and deliberate, his eyes on me and it almost feels as if he's undressing me with his gaze.
I swallow. "Aren't you the teacher?"
He shakes his head slightly, lips lifting in a surprised smirk. "That's a cop out."
He shifts back a little and finally, I feel like I can breathe.
Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he taps away before a chuckle exits his mouth. "We'll start with this one."
"And that is?" I ask when he stays silent, his face betraying nothing but his amusement.
"Dirty talk." He throws his phone off the side of the bed, the thump of it hitting the carpet the only noise in the room besides our breathing.
"Dirty talk?" I repeat, swallowing.
"Yes, baby, dirty talk." He says low and slow and it does something to my insides I've never experienced before.
I push myself up from the mattress, making myself level with him, forcing a confidence I don't feel. "Okay, let's go."
"How are you with dirty talk?"
I blink, "I mean, I don't know, not that good - I'm usually very quiet."
"Why?"
"Well, I just learnt to be quiet." I shrug, not wanting to say why I think that.
