“You.” He says the word accusingly. Ugh, he looks like an adorable little feral kitten. I just want to scoop him up and get my face clawed off for petting him.
“I do have a name,” I chuckle.
“So do I,” he mutters.
“Mine’s Cooper, by the way.” I hold my hand out for him to shake.
His eyes roll just the slightest bit before he sighs heavily. “Of course it is.”
I raise a brow, pulling my hand back. “Have you heard of me?”
“Only from what my sister Nina told me.” He eyes me up.
Nina. Oh fuck. The universe loves me. Itreallyloves me.
“So, you must be Blake.”
“That's what my mother named me, yeah.” He raises a brow.
He’s prickly. I like him.
I sit down in the open seat next to him. “Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me. Honestly, you were my last hope,” I chuckle.
“I’m only here because my sister guilted me into it,” he grumbles.
My smile begins to fall. What did Nina say to get him to agree?
“Oh.” I nod. “Hey, if it’s something you don’t want to do, that's fine. I won’t hold it against you. I’d understand.” I’d be totally fucked over, but I wouldn’t force him to do something he doesn’t want to do.
His face softens just slightly. “It’s okay.” He nods toward my bag. “Let’s get started.”
Nodding, I pull my textbook out and place it in front of us on the table. I show him what I’m having trouble with, and what I need help on, then other things I could improve on. By the time I’m done, Blake is watching me with a bit of confusion.
“What?” I blink, wondering if I said something wrong.
“You sound like you really want to learn.” His words sound like he doesn't even believe them.
“Because I do.” I chuckle. “Why else would I be here?”
“So, you want me to teach you?” he asks slowly.
“Ah, yeah?” I laugh again. “Isn’t that what tutoring is? I mean, I don’t expect you to liketeach me, teach me. That's my professor's job, and my job is to listen and try as much as I can. Anything I can’t quite grasp, that's what I’ll need you for. Like a step-by-step slow down until it clicks.” I tap on my head.
He stares at me for a long moment, to the point I start to squirm. I both hate and love his attention on me. His blue eyes are darker, more ethereal than yesterday. His glasses hide them, but up close they’re beautiful.
No, Cooper. We are not going to get the hots for our tutor. We need him, or we’re fucked.
Fucked. Ugh, now I’m thinking about what he would look like underneath me with my cock inside him.
Dear god, maybe Dean was right. Maybe I should go get laid, because I feel like a perv right now.
“You really aren't like the others, are you?” he says this so low I almost don’t hear him.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, then clears his throat. “Let’s get started.”
For the next hour, Blake breaks things down step by step. I ask a lot of questions, and thankfully, he doesn’t seem to be irritated by it.
