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.

why tell me this on such a short notice? I wore mismatched panties and bra

at the screen. “It’s already four which gives us exactly an hour

leaving his calves on display. I was never one

arms under my chest and cleared my

 we’re about to do wouldn’t require you to wear

infuriating. But he was right. Sex

know if it was the thought of sex itself or the thought of

around to leave, his feet already

a single

sigh,

have mistaken his name as my character’s or seen his face while I was writing, but admittedly the words

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