I've messed this up.
There's more I'd like you to teach me. That's what Sarah said, towing me through the darkened library stacks, her hand gripped tight in mine, my lips still tingling from our kiss.
I'd like you to teach me.
Fuck. f**k. Should I have told her that I'm a–that I've never done this before either? When the hell would that have come up before today? Does she only want me for this because of some tutor kink?
God. Kill me now.
If I had any final scraps of pride, I'd make some excuse and end this already. Send her home without the masterful f**k that she wants, but also without my inexpert fumblings.
Jesus Christ. She'll figure it out in seconds. Will she laugh at me? Judge me for it? Look at me with disappointment in those big, blue eyes? I'd die.
No. No.
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