Your Tutor

Chapter Twelve

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Cameron Perri
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I knock softly on Maylee's closed door, not wanting to wake her if she's asleep. When I don't get a response, not even her usual go the fuck away grunt, I open the door.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I grunt, seeing the treacherous sight in front of me. I awe internally at how damn adorable and peaceful she looks in her sleep, but curse at how she looks even more at home and calm with Brooks covering her body. She's not supposed to like him. And he's supposed to be staying the fuck away from her!

She's got her fingers knotted in his hair, and he has his face buried in her neck. There's no way I can wake one up without rousing the other.

So what the fuck do I do?

For a second, I'm wondering how the hell they got into this situation. Maybe she feels bad. It's only four, and she's not the type to take a nap. But that thought is quickly flipped into how I get Maylee out of it.

I make my way over to her bedside and rest the back of my hand against her forehead. She's only slightly warm now. Still seemingly above average temperature, but better.

May shifts, turning her head away from my hand with a soft huff and scrunch of her nose.

So fucking cute.

Despite my urge to kick Brooks out, I could not possibly wake her up from such a peaceful slumber. It's rare for her to get a full night's rest without a bad dream or random awakening.

So I leave.

—
Forest Brooks
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I wake up to a smooth, gentle hand running down to my back and returning up to scratch the back of my head. I stuff my face further into Maylee's neck and grip the curve of her waist tighter. "That feels fuckin' good," I mumble.

Maylee chuckles, keeping up her movements. "Good morning."

"'Morning," I say with a low hum. "How do you feel?"

Her other hand snakes into my hair. "Fine. But can you get up? I have to pee," she says.

A low grumble escapes me. "Right now?" She's so damn warm, I don't want to move.

"Yeah. For the past thirty minutes. Get up."

I wait a second before rolling off of her and onto the pillow next to us. "Watch the attitude, brat," I tell her as her weight leaves the bed. "And come back."

She giggles, and I hear the door open. "I was planning on it."

I throw my arm over my eyes and groan. After a couple seconds, I drag my arm away and check the time on my watch. It's four o'clock.

Fuck. I'm going to be even more behind tomorrow.

My eyes fall closed again, and I suck in a deep breath. I hear footsteps grow closer, and before I can open my eyes, a slightly small hand is slapping roughly across my cheek.

I groan and clasp my hands over the area. "What the fuck?!" I grit out, my eyes shooting open.

Cameron shoves my chest. "What did I fucking tell you? I told you, very clearly, not to fuck around with Maylee. I even went as far as to warn you that I would fuck you up if you fucked with her. Did I not?"

My mom raised me to never put my hands on a woman, but I am so close to hitting back.

There's a thin line between my good side and my bad side, and Cameron is trekking on that fucking line.

"What is wrong with you?" I grumble. "Leave us the fuck alone, Cameron."

Holy shit, that hurt. Who knew such a little body could hold so much power.