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I wrapped my hair up in a towel and put on my robe. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard a knock coming from downstairs.

I put on my slippers and went down. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

"Oh.." he looked at me up and down "I'm sorry, I thought I'd just get here a bit early."

I could feel myself getting red.

"Come in." I bit my lip.

I closed the door and shook my head as his back was turned to me.

"To get a head start." he said as I walked him over to the dining room table.

"Of course," I said, "umm.. just give me a few minutes and I'll be right back."

He nodded and sat down. I practically ran up the stairs.

"Shit." I said yanking the towel off of my head.

I went over to my dresser, sliding on clean underwear and putting on a bra. I took off my robe and grabbed a pair of black sweats and a random crewneck.

After quickly blow drying my hair, I grabbed all of my things and went back down.

"I'm so sorry." I said sitting down on the chair next to him.

"No, I'm sorry," he said "I have a tendency to show up early to things without warning. I should have called."

I just nodded.

"Let's get started hmm?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah."

Long story short, I'm failing entry level French.

My teacher reached out to my mom and he said Timothée could tutor me. At first I denied the help, but my mother insisted. Now he's here.

I opened my French textbook to the first page.

There was a list of basic vocabulary words and some practice sentences at the bottom of it.

"So what is it you're having trouble with?"

"Everything." I scoffed.

"How come?"

"Because y/t/n is so boring and I just can't pay attention to anything that goes on in class. I just don't like French. At all."

(y/t/n = your teacher's name.)

He looked at me like I insulted him.

"No offense." I reassured.

Why did I just say that? He's literally French, and trying to help me pass this class. Idiot.

"None taken," he said "do you at least know what 'yes' and 'no' are?"

"oui and non."

"Good," he said "let's just start with a simple introductory sentence."

I nodded.

"Repeat after me."

"Alright."

"Je" he started.

"Je"

"m'appelle"

"m'appelle"

"y/n"

"y/n"

The way the words fell so smoothly and perfectly from his lips practically made me drool.

"Very good," he grinned "I can teach you another simple sentence."

"Okay.."

"Embrasse moi." he said slowly.

"Embrasse moi," I repeated "what's that mean?"

"Kiss me."

Before I knew it his lips were already on mine while his hand stroked over my right cheek. It took a while for us to pull away from each other.

"Like French now?" he asked smirking.

"Oui."