Chapter 3 "The private lesson"

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Xyleme's POV:

It’s Saturday, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. Ethan texted me to come over to his house at 9 AM for our first tutoring session. I’m nervous AF!

X: "Okay, I’m here... all for the sake of my grades!"

E: "Ah, Xyleme, come on in."

I hesitated for a second, then stepped inside.

X: "Alright."

As I walked into Ethan’s house, I couldn’t help but look around, amazed.

X: "Wow... your house is huge. Pretty nice!"

E: "Yeah, but it’s mostly just me here. My parents are always at work, so the place feels kind of empty. Anyway, let’s get started..."

Ethan was already gathering paper and other materials, setting up on the table. I tried to focus, but there was something off...

X: "By the way, Ethan, why are you shirtless? I’m kind of jealous of those abs. Haha..."

I meant it as a joke, trying to lighten the mood, but I wasn’t prepared for his answer.

E: "It’s hot, and I’m just used to being shirtless at home. Not a big deal, right? Since we’re both guys?"

I didn’t have a response to that. I just found myself staring at his toned body, almost forgetting why I was there.

E: "Hey! Haha, are we going to start or not?"

X: "Ah! Sorry, I just got distracted."

They began the lesson...

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Ethan's POV:

I tried to keep my mind on the math problems, but Xyleme looked different today. Cuter, somehow... His scent was intoxicating, making it hard to concentrate. I felt my resolve slipping.

I didn’t want to be inappropriate, but... before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.

X: "Hmpp?!"

His eyes widened in shock.

E: "Sorry, I can’t control myself anymore."

I could feel my heartbeat racing as I pulled him closer, my hands finding their way to his waist.

X: "Hey, you idiot!"

His voice was shaky, and his cheeks were flushed a bright red, but he didn’t push me away. Instead, he just looked at me with wide, confused eyes.

Seeing him blush like that only made me want him more. I cupped his cheeks, tilting his head up, and started to undress him slowly, savoring every reaction. I lifted him effortlessly, carrying him over to the bed.

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