Lost in Hollywood

Strawberry Chapstick

Hawk couldn't draw his eyes off Sky's lips.

She was sitting at a table in the school library, leaning over her math textbook, her hair falling around her face, the copper strands and curls pooling to her slender shoulders. A frown had fallen on her brow, as she stared down at the book, and the pencil she was holding in her fingers was stuck between those lips that Hawk couldn't stop looking at.

The eraser of the pencil had disappeared into her mouth, and the rest of it pressed a soft dent on her full and glossy lower lip. The perfectly bow-shaped upper lip had closed around the pencil, and as she looked at the math book which was opened on the table in front of her, she kept absentmindedly sucking and biting that pencil, making it impossible for Hawk to concentrate on anything except her lips.

Hawk was fully aware of the fact that he was staring. And that he needed to stop doing that, preferably now, before she noticed and things got awkward— but how the fuck was he supposed to be thinking about math, when she was right there, sucking that pencil with her lips that smelled like strawberry chapstick and looked so fucking soft and hot and—

Stop staring—

Jesus Christ—

I need to think about something else—

He swallowed hard and forced his eyes back to the math book. He was here to help Sky with her homework, not to fantasize about her lips and the things she could do with them. If she knew what he was thinking, she'd get upset, she would think he was a perv. She had told him explicitly that she wanted to take things slow this time, and yeah, he understood that and yeah he respected her wishes - but the way his heartbeat reacted to the sight of her lips, made it clear his body didn't want to wait another minute.

It was practically impossible to be sitting this close to her, breathing in her scent of vanilla and strawberries, and not get all kinds of thoughts. All too well he remembered how those lips felt on his when they kissed, and God - even if it had been ages, he remembered how those lips felt on other parts of his body too, sucking the tender skin under his ear or traveling down his belly, or—

"I don't understand," Sky sighed, and abruptly Hawk dropped back into the moment. "I still don't get it."

He cleared his throat and glanced from Sky to the book and back. To his relief, the pencil was now in her fingers instead of her mouth, making it a little bit easier to concentrate on what she was saying.

"What do you mean?"

"I have no idea how to solve this problem," she replied with a tremor in her voice, looking absolutely miserable. "I know, you explained it to me and all, but— I just— I just don't get it. I don't even know where to begin."

Something painful twisted in Hawk's chest, scattering the last remnants of his heated fantasies. The real reason for their being here - in the school library - returned to him like a punch in the gut. Sky had asked his help with math and science, because - in her words - she was fucking failing them. School had always been easy for Hawk, he knew his math back and forth, had gotten straight A's on it since forever, so it was no trouble at all to help her, besides—

Tutoring her was the perfect way to spend time together, to make things not awkward between them. Or at least, that's what he had thought.

He hadn't quite realized how bad things were. But now, after a couple of tutoring sessions, Hawk was beginning to see that this wasn't going to be a fun time together like he had thought. The truth was that no matter how much Sky worked, how hard she tried, their progress was slow. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he had begun to fear she would indeed fail both math and science. The sadness and the confusion in her eyes, when she stared down at the math book, blinking away tears of frustration was breaking his heart.