I should have never suggested this asinine plan—tutoring for sex. I don’t even know why I blurted that out, but he was standing outside my door looking so damn hot, and my brain just short-circuited. I didn’t actually think he’d agree to it. I was half-joking when I said it. I mean, he’s not even gay. The posts about him on Instagram always show him with different women—beautiful women. I had no idea he’d actually be willing to touch me. I guess I underestimated his desperation. But fuck, is he good at touching me. His mouth. His hands.
