By then it'd been pretty clear Nonna was going to crucify me when I got home. Only getting home would be much more of a challenge.
Willow and I didn't talk much remaining in a comfortable silence. Both of our personal lives seemed touchy. Causing both of us to not take any chances.
However, a pinch of sexual tension buzzed softly in the air. Glancing down at how her jeans pronounced every curve that could make any man swoon.
Silky strands of hair escaped from behind her ears and it took every bit of will power not to tuck them back. Feeling it move between my fingers like it had during two other encounters...
Willow moved a hand to her pink plump lips, "Is there something-"
Moving it down, "No, I'm just...." my words faded off as I felt even more tension in the air.
Suddenly I realized my hand didn't leave hers and lingered.
"...Looking."
We both pulled away embarrased, although it didn't make a difference either way. Both of us embraced each other in different ways before.
Though the circumstances were different, the others times our lust shadowed over judgement and zero thinking.
Out of the blue I heard, "I think it'd be best if I tutored you at the library a few blocks from the apartments. It's alot more peaceful there, I'm more at ease."
Giving her the benefit of the doubt to steer away from an awkward moment, I went along, "You go there often?"
"Whenever I get the chance," she sighed.
"Have you ever tutored someone before?" I inquired.
Biting her full bottom lip, "Once, but that ended horribly."
Looking toward the road, "How so?"
She exhaled loudly, "My science teacher paired me up with a girl I had only seen maybe once or twice in the class. Over time we became good friends until she found out about the," she swallowed audibly, "Abuse." Willow hung her head in shame.
"She just kept asking questions, threatening to call the police on whoever was hurting me. Later on, I just cut off all contact with her."
It couldn't be, but all signs pointed to it.
Directing my attention to her, "By any chance, is her name Alyssa?"
Immediately Willow's head rose up eyeing me up with disbelief.
"How is it you know so much?"
Smirking, "Just a hunch."
She playfully hit my arm laughing gingerly. The very sound made me swell with pride that I had been capable of hearing and seeing such a beautiful sight.
Corners of Willow's cheeks turned up showing two prominent dimples. Crinkles around her warm chocolate eyes made it all the more adorable.
Even my own eyes couldn't look away.
All too quickly it ended, snapping the scene right back to reality.
She hadn't noticed I observed her glowing features.
"So on a scale of one to ten, how good are you at english?"
Startled by the random question, I answered honestly, "I'd say negative fifteen to put it bluntly."
A giggle escaped making it hard not to smile myself.
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The Boy with Bad Habits
Romance[Warning: this book contains SEXUAL content, crude language, drug use & abusive scenarios. If you aren't mature enough to read, don't.] First novel, don't judge. He did everything he could to forget about her. There was no 'girl of his dreams'. Only...
