Tutoring the Bad Boy [REWRITTEN]

16. showers and scars

yall are so horny omg

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up in a bed that I was almost too familiar with. Archer was next to me with his hair messed up as he let out some loud ass snores. God, I must've been exhausted to be able to fall asleep through that. Though he'd dropped many hints and blatantly told me he liked me, I still couldn't help but be surprised by the fact that I was in somebody else's bed that wasn't my own.

I almost jumped out of my own skin when Archer turned over to face towards me with his eyes still shut and his mouth slightly opened. Still asleep. I could've sworn that if it had been anyone else, they would look funny as hell. And don't get me wrong — he absolutely did — but he looked so adorable at the same time.

I let myself keep staring at his sleeping face, examining every little feature he had. They weren't very noticeable until you were closer to his face, but there were tiny acne scars around his cheek. He had a single freckle to the right of the bridge of his nose and his eyebrows were somehow just naturally perfect. The boy had slightly chapped lips and a hint of purple bags under his eyes.

As I kept examining him, he slowly opened his eyes and I abruptly turned my body to face towards the ceiling in embarrassment. I heard him chuckle in a deep, coarse voice which made my heart skip multiple beats. I tried my best to ignore the blush creeping up onto my face but ended up taking a pillow and slamming it against my face.

"Darling." The petname made my heart skip another few beats. He was going to be the cause of my death. Literally. I'm not sure that' it's completely normal for my heartbeat to be this erratic around him.

"What?" I asked, my voice muffled from the pillow. After a while of silence, I unclenched my fists from the pillow and sighed. "You're staring at me, aren't you?"

"You don't want me to?"

"I have a pillow over my face, I'm not really sure what there is to stare at."

As soon as I finished the sentence, he picked up the pillow and placed it on the other side of his body. I refrained from smiling as I turned my head to face him.

"There she is," he teased.

"You can stop staring now."

"So hypocritical, Anderson," he shook his head though he was laying down on his side. The boy smiled," I couldn't even tell you to stop staring since I was asleep. You stared at me without my consent. Pervert."

So basically, he did know that I was staring at him. Though I wasn't trying to be sneaky with it, it was quite humiliating to know that I'd probably boosted his ego ten times more than it needed to be. It must be nice having a penis with no brain. Just a walking penis. No thoughts. Just a penis walking around.

Would that make me a walking vagina? Holy fuck.

"Well, you're staring at me without my consent. You're a perv too," I looked at him as he cracked another brighter smile.

"The shower fits two, you know," he winked as he jumped off the bed and stretched.

     "I wouldn't be surprised if it did," I yawned and sprawled out onto the bed. "I'll only shower with you if you can get me to the shower. Good luck!"

     The next moment, I was off the boy's bed and in his arms bridal style. I squealed and kicked my legs before giving up and grinning with an evil glint in my eye. "You wanna shower with me that bad, huh?"

     "Mm, you should get used to it, honestly," he replied nonchalantly. "It's gonna happen every day when we live together."

     "Dream big, Everton," I rolled my eyes as he gently set me down on the shower floor. He was entirely right; the shower could most definitely fit at least three grown men.