I don't know what threw me off more, the way he looked at me, or the thought of sleeping in the same bed and waking up to his scent in the morning.
"I see you're unsure, but if it's only because of your exam, I assure you that I'll do everything to get you there on time. I swear." - he placed his hand on his chest, trying to convince me.
"I really appreciate your offer, but I have to decline." - even though I wanted to stay, I feared I wouldn't be able to get out of his bed and go back to reality again.
"Okay, it's your choice." - he raised his hands in surrender. - "I won't force you to stay."
I wanted to scream that this is exactly what I needed. Just lock the door behind me and never let me leave again no matter how much I beg. But instead, I just smiled modestly.
"Now back to our Italian lesson." - he clapped his hands together, then started reading.
For long minutes, the outside world ceased to exist for me as I contemplated how he could just casually throw out the idea of me sleeping here, being perfectly okay with it. My mind was completely occupied imagining the smell of his bed, how he sleeps, the feeling of cuddling with him, and how he'd wake me up in the morning...
"Are you listening?" - he interrupted my daydreaming with firm in his tone - "We still have a lot to do; you need to concentrate."
"I really appreciate your eagerness to help, but I think it was enough for today." - I was incapable of snapping back into focus.
"I take back what I said about forcing you. Now, I'm involved, so you can't go home until I'm 100% sure you will pass the exam." - he positioned himself on the couch ready to intercept me if I tried to leave.
"And what are you going to do? Tie me to a chair?" - I laughed, trying to suppress the inappropriate thoughts in my mind.
"Yes. I hope it will motivate you." - he stated firmly.
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I wanted to come up with a reply to brush him off and leave, but seeing his confidence made my train of thought took a wrong turn.
"Actually, I have a better idea." - I smirked.
"What's on your mind?" - he looked at me curiously.
My brain sent me red alert to shut up and go, but I was no longer interested in thinking rationally. Fuck it, we only live once, right?
"Every time I translate a sentence right, you take a piece of clothing off." - I explained, trying to sound mature, not just a horny teenager.
He burst out laughing as I said it, convinced I was joking.
"So.. are you in?" - I looked at him with confidence.
When he realized I was dead serious, I could tell by his expression that I had piqued his interest.
