Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 07 |
| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
It takes me about three minutes to realize that while I've been diligently reading through a boring ass story about some horny motherfucker and a damsel in distress, Castle had fallen asleep.
His head rests back on the couch, with his dark pink lips – almost red – remain slightly open. His fingers slightly curl over the book on his lap. His dark lashes almost touch his cheek.
I gaze at him some more, taking in the smooth and milky complexion of his skin. My gaze wanders down. His stomach is flat, and I don't think there are any abs underneath his hoodie. His long legs are spread out, his knees touching the coffee table.
My gaze wanders back to his face.
"Castle?"
He doesn't move.
"Castle?"
I tilt my head at him.
Quietly standing up, I move to the kitchen. When I don't find Dad, I walk toward his room at the end of the hall.
Knocking on his door, I push it open and step in.
Dad pauses his chat on the phone with someone, sitting on his bed. He's smiling and when I enter his smile widens.
"Holly! You done already?" He asks me.
I realize dad hasn't come to check up on me since Castle arrived. Not even once.
That can only mean one thing.
He's talking to mom on the phone.
Of course. I nod to myself. Why would you remember having a daughter when you're talking to the love of your life?
"Nope not yet," I respond. "Is mom on the phone?"
He nods, happily. "Yup."
I move to take the phone from his hands, but he holds it far away from me.
"You spoke to her this morning." He narrows his eyes.
I roll my eyes.
In other cases, I wouldn't have backed down until I snatched the phone from him but now there was something else I had to say.
"Castle fell asleep," I say.
Dad raises his eyebrows.
"Should I wake him up or...?" I trail off.
Mom must've asked a question on the phone because Dad goes on talking about who's Castle and how he's tutoring me because I failed.
"Can you at least put her on speaker?" I ask Dad, eager to talk to Mom.
