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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| 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
Sunlight pokes my eyelids as my eyes crack open. Confusion envelops my mind for the first few seconds before a banging headache pounds into me, making me wince. A small groan escapes my lips. I look up at the ceiling and furrow my eyebrows when I don't recognize it. I look around and pause when my bleary eyes land on Holly.
She's sitting on the chair of her desk, wearing a white hoodie and soft pink leggings. She grins when she sees me awake but her grin seems uncertain. That has me even more confused since when is Holly's grin ever uncertain?
I blink at her in confusion. "Holly?"
I sit up and curse when my head throbs as if someone's pounding into my skull. My hands come to my temples, as I look around at Holly's blanket and bed.
"Here." She slides in beside me, handing me an Advil and a glass of water.
I take the pill and stare at it. "Why am I taking this?"
"For your hangover."
I pause. "My what?"
"Hangover."
"Hangover?" I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you—" Realization slams into me.
My mouth drops open in horror. "Holly." I gape. "I drank last night."
"Tell me about it." She mutters, playing with her hair.
"What happened?" My eyes widen.
She tilts her head. "You don't remember anything?"
My eyebrows furrow as I try to remember. For some reason, very...explicit memories flash in my head. Like biting Holly's neck. Her chest. Pulling her close and running my hands on her...
My face drains of colour.
I try recalling again and stiffen when more explicit memories float into my head.
Horrified. That's what I'm feeling. Absolutely. Utterly. Horrified. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, praying, praying to every God I can think of.
"Please." I breathe out. "Please tell me I did not do...that."
A grin curls at her lips. "You very much did."
Embarrassment hits me and I turn away from her, placing a hand on my face to cover it. Oh God. Please no. "That was so stupid."
"Hey, that was hot! Drunk you was so horny."
I wince, shaking my head. My body heats up. "Holly. I asked to—to touch you."
"See? So polite and such a good boy." She ruffles my hair. "You kept asking for my permission again and again."
