The University of the South

"Tutoring" (3 of 5)

I was right from the start.

This arrangement was never going to work.

"Kat? Do you get it?" He asks and I sigh, nodding.

Don't get me wrong, he was a great teacher.

It's just that I had a little issue with paying attention.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Can we...take a little break? My muscles are quite sore." I say and he nods, giving me a small smile.

My body felt tired all over, but what I couldn't ignore was the yearning down below.

Every time he'd explain certain concepts to me, I couldn't help but feel turned on.

He was so smart.

My sapiosexual needs needed to be tended to.

"Tell me about yourself." I start to say and Oz whips his gaze back to me.

He was probably surprised since we had only been talking about lessons for the past few hours.

I was exhausted, it was amazing how much information he can store in that brain of his for a short period of time.

It was hot.

"Umm, I'm not really interesting really." He says and I shake my head, pouting at him.

His gaze goes to my pout and I scoff.

"You are interesting. You're really smart you know?" I say and he lets out a nervous chuckle, a hand running through his unruly curls.

He shrugs and shakes his head.

"Thanks..but my best friend is way smarter than me. Your cousin's boyfriend, Kyle Bowers." He says and I shake my head as I study him.

His cheeks are red all over, under the little freckles that are scattered all over his face.

"This isn't a competition, you shouldn't be comparing yourself. You're brilliant either way, one of the smartest people I know." I tell him and he gives me a small smile, muttering a thank you.

I huff and pull my chair closer to him.

I can see that he had noticed.

"Girls find that attractive you know?" I say and his eyes widen before raising a brow at me.

Shit.

He must think I'm crazy or something....

I shouldn't have made a move.

"...F-find what attractive?" He asks suddenly and I gaze back at him.

Oh, he was playing along.

I smirk, biting my bottom lip and daringly tucking a stray curl of his away from his forehead.

"Intelligence." I say and if possible, he gets even more red.

I giggle at his reaction and watch as he swallows, watching my hand leave his hair.

After gazing at me, he shakes his head and lets out a nervous chuckle.

"No...I've.. I've never met a girl who'd find that attractive. Girls usually go for the athletes or something. Thoughts about science or math would bore them." He says with a chuckle.

I frown at that.

Was that really what he thought I liked?