forfeiting my soul.
“Uh, okay. Random.” Clearly, Christina is as confused as I am.
“He has magic hands, Tini.” Evie whispers this, not knowing I can hear every word.
And…pain. The raging hard-on that nearly gave me away this afternoon when I put my hand on her knee was bad enough. Now it’s a real struggle to control myself before I stroke out on her living room floor. She definitely won’t ever agree to date a perverted dead guy. No time for boners today. I’ve gotta keep my mind sharp with all the new plays she’s throwing at me.
Oh my God, I can’t even believe this day.
“Okay, so I definitely don’t see your problem,” Christina leads, laughing in earnest at Evie’s admission.
Evie’s sigh is so loud that I feel it all the way to my bones.
“Rob being entirely too gorgeous to be real isn’t the point, Tini! It’s the fact that he’s an obnoxious, womanizing douche bag jock who has forcibly been assigned to tutor me! It’s not bad enough that I’m failing calc, but he’s also my AP bio partner,” Evie stops her tirade to breathe. “Which I get because all the jocks take that class just for Mrs. Anderson’s weird social experiment. But the idea of that high and mighty quarterback tutoring geeky me is just more than I can handle! You know, I bet no one has ever told that man ‘no’ in his entire life. Not on the field, not in class, not in the back seat of his fancy sports car, not anywhere. And now, I have no choice but to accept his help if I’m gonna stay at the top of the class. He honestly makes the material so much easier to understand! The worst part is that I’m stuck with him in bio for the next eight weeks! His ego is so huge it’s insufferable, and now I’m contributing to that because I actually do need him!” She rushes through her words in a fit of anger.
And…we’re back to her hating me. Damn rumor mill at school. Damn grabby other girls that aren’t Evie. Damn Eddie Hinton. Damn, damn, damn.
Christina starts laughing uncontrollably at her sister’s diatribe, knowing full well that I can hear everything she’s saying. “Well, he must not be as stupid as you think if he’s in your calc and bio classes to begin with. If I were you, I’d seriously hit that. I’ve heard rumors that his ego isn’t the only huge thing he’s got goin’ on. Supposedly, he’s the biggest in the locker room.”
And damn that fucking rumor too. Even if it is true, I don’t think it’s necessarily something to brag about. Most of the time, I just feel like a freak. I’m pretty sure that it isn’t something as enticing to Evie as it is to all the other girls that constantly check me out. Christ, Evie’s so small. I’ve honestly wondered the last few years that if we were ever to be together, I might actually hurt her, or…not fit.
“Ugh, God,” Evie scoffs. “I swear the only thing you think about is sex. Looks mean absolutely nothing when they’re attached to a complete raging asshole.”
Before I can form a single thought about that comment, Evie tears into the living room. She stops dead in her tracks in the doorway when she sees me.
She’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts, even with her slim body frozen in shock. Her long, dark brown hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, sweat curling pieces of it all around her face. She’s changed since our tutoring session, trading in her usual rock band t-shirt and jean shorts for tight-fitting running shorts and a sweat-soaked, white fitted shirt that clings to her in all the right places. I’m drowning in her ocean blue eyes even from across the room.
My stomach churns, and the urge to puke returns with a vengeance. I lean a shoulder casually against the arched entry and bend one leg at the knee, crossing it over my opposite ankle. I hold her notebook strategically in front of my throbbing dick and try so, so, so hard to not look like an asshole. Staring at her isn’t helping me out so holding my breath is the only
“Uh, okay. Random.” Clearly, Christina is as confused as I am.
“He has magic hands, Tini.” Evie whispers this, not knowing I can hear every word.
And…pain. The raging hard-on that nearly gave me away this afternoon when I put my hand on her knee was bad enough. Now it’s a real struggle to control myself before I stroke out on her living room floor. She definitely won’t ever agree to date a perverted dead guy. No time for boners today. I’ve gotta keep my mind sharp with all the new plays she’s throwing at me.
Oh my God, I can’t even believe this day.
“Okay, so I definitely don’t see your problem,” Christina leads, laughing in earnest at Evie’s admission.
Evie’s sigh is so loud that I feel it all the way to my bones.
“Rob being entirely too gorgeous to be real isn’t the point, Tini! It’s the fact that he’s an obnoxious, womanizing douche bag jock who has forcibly been assigned to tutor me! It’s not bad enough that I’m failing calc, but he’s also my AP bio partner,” Evie stops her tirade to breathe. “Which I get because all the jocks take that class just for Mrs. Anderson’s weird social experiment. But the idea of that high and mighty quarterback tutoring geeky me is just more than I can handle! You know, I bet no one has ever told that man ‘no’ in his entire life. Not on the field, not in class, not in the back seat of his fancy sports car, not anywhere. And now, I have no choice but to accept his help if I’m gonna stay at the top of the class. He honestly makes the material so much easier to understand! The worst part is that I’m stuck with him in bio for the next eight weeks! His ego is so huge it’s insufferable, and now I’m contributing to that because I actually do need him!” She rushes through her words in a fit of anger.
And…we’re back to her hating me. Damn rumor mill at school. Damn grabby other girls that aren’t Evie. Damn Eddie Hinton. Damn, damn, damn.
Christina starts laughing uncontrollably at her sister’s diatribe, knowing full well that I can hear everything she’s saying. “Well, he must not be as stupid as you think if he’s in your calc and bio classes to begin with. If I were you, I’d seriously hit that. I’ve heard rumors that his ego isn’t the only huge thing he’s got goin’ on. Supposedly, he’s the biggest in the locker room.”
And damn that fucking rumor too. Even if it is true, I don’t think it’s necessarily something to brag about. Most of the time, I just feel like a freak. I’m pretty sure that it isn’t something as enticing to Evie as it is to all the other girls that constantly check me out. Christ, Evie’s so small. I’ve honestly wondered the last few years that if we were ever to be together, I might actually hurt her, or…not fit.
“Ugh, God,” Evie scoffs. “I swear the only thing you think about is sex. Looks mean absolutely nothing when they’re attached to a complete raging asshole.”
Before I can form a single thought about that comment, Evie tears into the living room. She stops dead in her tracks in the doorway when she sees me.
She’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts, even with her slim body frozen in shock. Her long, dark brown hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, sweat curling pieces of it all around her face. She’s changed since our tutoring session, trading in her usual rock band t-shirt and jean shorts for tight-fitting running shorts and a sweat-soaked, white fitted shirt that clings to her in all the right places. I’m drowning in her ocean blue eyes even from across the room.
My stomach churns, and the urge to puke returns with a vengeance. I lean a shoulder casually against the arched entry and bend one leg at the knee, crossing it over my opposite ankle. I hold her notebook strategically in front of my throbbing dick and try so, so, so hard to not look like an asshole. Staring at her isn’t helping me out so holding my breath is the only
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