I don't reply, shifting so my legs criss-cross under me, my knee hitting the bedside table.
"What do you need to work on?"
He huffs, "I'm not talking about my tutoring lessons."
My brows draw in but I still don't look at him. Focusing on a piece of pulled thread on my cover. "What?"
"I have to make up for yesterday."
Shock and something I can't name renders me speechless. "You-" I clear my throat. "You don't have to do that."
"I made a promise."
I swallow, feeling suddenly exposed. Vulnerable. "Asher, you don't have to continue, I'm giving you an out."
He practically glares at the side of my face, yet I still don't turn to look at him. "I don't want an out. I told you I would teach you everything you wanted to know and I'm not the type of guy to break a promise."
"Asher." I sigh, "look-"
"You said you wanted to know about kissing?" He cuts me off.
I blush. Like an idiot. Again. The heat in my cheeks only has my embarrassment skyrocketing.
"Aren't I meant to be tutoring you?" I mumble, avoiding the question.
He shrugs, "we can do it after."
I don't reply for a second and I feel and hear him sigh. "Ivy, will you look at me?"
I pull one more time at the thread pinched between my thumb and forefinger before turning to stare at him.
I concede. "Okay."
I look at him, my eyes flicking between his eyes and the corner of his smile, trying to avoid looking directly at his lips because then I'll remember exactly what they felt like against mine last night.
"What do you know already, tell me what you've done?"
I glance away, not wanting to look at him as I spill my guts. "Not a lot, I-" I roll my eyes at myself. "I never wanted to date growing up, I didn't care and now I feel like I'm being left behind."
"That's not a bad thing Ivy, everyone works at their own pace."
I give him a glare that has no heat in it. "Oh yeah, when did you have your first kiss?"
A blush seems to light up his cheeks and he clears his throat. "That's not-"
I raise a brow, feeling suddenly powerful to have the ever charming Asher Hudson embarrassed by my question.
It doesn't last long before he straighten his position on my bed and those striking blue eyes land directly on mine, not an ounce of embarrassment to be seen anymore.
"I think I was eight. But it doesn't count."
My brows furrow. How does it not count? "Okay, firstproperkiss then?"
He rolls his eyes. "Twelve. Everyone-" he cuts off when he sees my face, his head tilting to the side. "When did you have your first proper kiss?"
I scrunch my nose up. "Nineteen." I mutter, "proper and otherwise."
"That's not bad, Ivy."
