It’s a sound my cock really likes, and that's a problem.
Every time I catch what I’m doing, I force myself to pay attention. Thankfully, I retain most of the things he’s talking about, enough to be able to answer the questions.
I’m fascinated by how Blake is able to answer all of my questions with ease. He makes it easy to follow, to understand. He slows things down for me, without making me feel like an idiot.
“You really are good at this,” I blurt out after he’s done walking me through a question. I swear, my mouth has a mind of its own.
“Huh?” He looks up at me, blinking those insanely long lashes.
“At this.” I wave to the textbook. “For the most part, I can keep up with my professors and what they’re saying. But for some reason, with this class, I need a more detailed explanation of the concepts. He says students can see him after class with questions, and he’s happy to go over them with us. I just feel like if I did that, I’d be there after every class with a long list of questions. I’d be taking up all his time, and he’d probably be wondering why I’m even in his class if I’m too stupid to grasp the information in the first place.”
"You're not stupid.” His brow furrows in that adorable way. “You’ve been picking this up pretty quickly. You just needed someone to go over it step-by-step. That doesn't mean you’re stupid, though. Everyone learns differently.”
My heart. My damn heart stands no chance with this guy.Why, Cooper, why must we get a crush on the one guy who’s hands off?
“Thanks.” The smile I give him is more shy than normal. I work hard in every part of my life, and try to do my best, but when it comes to academics, sometimes I can’t hit the mark.
He blinks a few times before clearing his throat. “Is there anything else you need help with?”
“Nope, I think that's it. But I’m sure I’ll have more for you on Thursday. Sorry about that.” I rub the back of my head. I know we’re getting a lot done in this hour alone, but I feel like I’m asking more questions than doing work.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s my job to help you.” He shrugs.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Why?” He gives me an accusatory stare.
“Don’t look at me like I’m about to ask you to go commit a crime with me or something.” I chuckle.
“I wasn’t thinking that, but now I am.” He continues to stare at me.
“I’m going out with some friends and wanted to see if you are free. It'll be fun.” I shrug.
“It’s not another house party, is it? I'm not going to lie, I think I’m all partied out for a long time.”
“Nah, no party. Nothing like that.”
“By friends, you mean...”
“Lexi and Val,” I say. “My bestie, Ellie, and her guy, Chase, are going to come out for a few drinks, too.”
“Drinks? I thought you said it wasn’t a party.”
“It’s not.” I grin. “It’s a bar.”
“A bar.” He blinks at me. “Yeah, no thanks. Bars aren’t really my thing either.”
“Oh, come on.” I pout. “It’s a nice place, very low-key. None of the guys from my team go there. It’s mostly older people, because the atmosphere is chill. We drink, play some music on the jukebox, and throw darts.”
“Jukebox? What year are we in, the sixties? Who uses jukeboxes anymore?” he grumbles.
“It’s one of the more modern ones. This one is from the nineties.” I chuckle.
“Oh, even better.” He rolls his eyes. “Let me guess, it plays Britney Spears?”
“Hey, don’t hate on the queen of pop,” I gasp.
“She’s not the queen of pop,” he scoffs. “That’s Madonna.”
