She was perfection in a bottle.
And I wanted to drink her down.
“All right, you two. I’m going to clean up. I’m assuming Clint has some homework to get done, so you guys might as well get to it.”
I sighed. “Ready for torture hour?”
Rae got up, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a drama queen when it comes to homework. Come on. It’s not going to kill you to get caught up.”
She took my hands within hers, helping me up from the chair. I playfully grunted, feigning absolute exhaustion and pain as I threw my arm around her shoulders.
“I can’t make it. Rae, I just—say good things at my funeral. Tell them how loved I was. Make them remember!”
And as I fell with my body weight against her, she caught me in her arms. Giggled into my chest. Pulled me down the hallway before pushing me up the stairs. She grabbed a sack of books I didn’t even realize she’d brought with her. An old, brown sack sitting in the corner by the stairs.
“Need me to get that?”
She shooed me away. “Come on. Up we go. I’m good. Let’s go, Tiny.”
I paused. “Tiny?”
But all she did was giggle to herself.
We found our way to my bedroom and I closed the door behind us. She hopped on the bed and started pulling out books. I couldn’t stop staring at her. The way her hair poured down past her shoulders. The way it fell in her face. The way her breasts protruded from that tight T-shirt and the way her panties played peekaboo with me from the top of her jeans. I licked my lips as I made my way for her. I hopped onto the bed, watching the books and papers bounce.
“All right. English or math first?”
And as Rae looked up into my eyes, I grinned.
“What if we have dessert first?”
She rolled her eyes. “We’ve already had dessert.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What about second dessert?”
“Clint, you’re not using sex to get out of homework. Come on. I’m tired of doing it for you. Let’s go.”
I paused. “You’ve been doing my homework for me?”
She blushed, and my world came to a grinding halt. Had she actually been doing my homework for me? Why?
“We really should get started on this.”
I smiled. “Didn’t realize we’d made it to Guantanamo.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “You done with the torture jokes? Because if we get started, it’s less than an hour’s worth of work.”
“And then second dessert?”
“Math. Now.”
She thrust the notebook and a pencil in my hands and away we went. She helped me through the problems I stumbled on and had some great explanations for me whenever I got hung up and frustrated. I’d always hated math. It was that course in school I almost always failed, even with tutoring and extra credit. It took me forty minutes alone just to stumble along through the one-page worksheet. And we hadn’t even touched the history reading yet.
“Fucking hell.”
Rae rubbed my back. “We’ll take a break and then maybe I can read to you. Okay?”
I snickered. “I don’t need you to read to me. I just need this shit to not exist.”