Little Miss frigid Turned Naughty

"Tired?," he questions, before placing his hand under my chin and lifting my face up to meet his.

I blush at our proximity, noticing how he is leaning towards me, with one arm leaning against the wall and the other under my chin.

"Yes," I manage to release from my lips, trying to hold on to as much air as possible.

He looks me up and down, his forest green eyes glistening roguishly.

He slowly leans forward, his eyes boring into mine. My heart beat instantly races as leans even closer, closing the gap.

His long fingers gently reach forward and push a strand of my soft brown hair behind my ear, leaving my skin tingling after his delicate touch. His plump pink lips are an inch away from mine, and his tongue slowly runs over his luscious bottom lip.

"Lesson two begins Wednesday, don't be late," he salaciously whispers into my ear, his lips lingering for a couple seconds, causing my breath to hitch.