Chapter 1
Mia’s POV.
God, this math s**t was kicking my ass again, and I sat there at the dining table in my tight little tank top that kept riding up my stomach and these tiny shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks, huffing and tapping my pencil like it owed me money while Ethan leaned over me from behind for what felt like the hundredth time.
My parents had hired him to tutor me at home because they were sick of my grades slipping and he was the top student, always so quiet and focused with those lean muscles showing under his t-shirt whenever he moved.
But f**k, the way he kept getting closer, his chest almost brushing my back, I could smell his clean soap smell mixed with something warmer underneath and it was making my stomach twist in this hot needy way I didn’t want to admit
