Layla’s pov

My face felt like it was flamed with heat. I discreetly look around as if there were listening ears. There was practically no one except for Tyler and I.

His grip around my arm is now more firm as he spun me around to face him. His earing glimmer under the evening sun.

“I didn’t agree to have a lesson with you today Tyler.” | grumble, pulling my arm out of his hold.

He stares down at me with a raised brow then nods, “My bad, I should’ve told you. Starting from today, lessons will be after school at my place. Saturdays are an exception.”

I stare at him gobsmacked with my mouth opening and closing before finally, the words come to me. “Are you serious?” I breathed out, darting my eyes between the green of his eyes.

this on such a short notice? I wore mismatched panties

four which gives us exactly an hour before Samantha leaves. I

just brushing his knee leaving his calves on display. I was never one to admire calves for goodness sake but his somehow

I folded my arms under my chest and cleared my throat. “I’m

the session? Do you think we’re about to attend a wedding or a fancy dinner? Layla, what we’re about to do wouldn’t require you to wear anything.” He stressed on the word anything while looking at me

Quite infuriating. But he was right. Sex didn’t require

thought had me trembling slightly. I didn’t know if it was the thought

turns around to leave, his feet already having made him reach a couple benches down before he turned around and stared at my

a single brow.

defeated sigh, I followed after

actually helping me with inspiration. Yes I may have mistaken his name as my character’s or seen his face while

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