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“I will not, under any circumstances, fall for you. Your hair is too light, your eyes; too blue, and quite frankly, you’re too much of an ass,” I turned away from him, so close to storming off. Soon his hand was on my arm, and the spot under his fingertips warmed up, “What do you want from me? All you are is my tutor, there’s nothing else to it.”

“Oh sweetheart, that’s where you’re wrong. You’ll learn quite quickly that I’m much, much, more than that.”

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