Trying to tutor Rafe was no issue for you, it was just he never truly wanted tutoring. He was your boyfriend and couldn’t keep his hands off you. Physical touch was his love language. He loved to admire you, with his eyes, hands, and mouth.

You were currently in his room, trying to tutor him for calculus. He sucked at math, while you were amazing at it. It worked out perfectly.

And yet, he was not paying attention.

Not to the work, at least. More so on you.

You giggled and tried to pry him off you as he pressed kisses along your cheek, his hand sliding up and down your thigh. “Rafe, stop, I’m trying to teach you something.”

He smiled along your skin, moving to kiss your lips. “Mmm, can we do that later? I haven’t seen you all day ‘n I missed my pretty girl.”

“Yeah, probably because you were asleep all day from partying all night.” you remarked. Dating a frat boy was surely not for the weak. At least he was loyal, though. Very loyal. Not like many.

Rafe pulled back, his face showed that he was a little offended. “Hey.”

You shrugged, turning your head to look at him. “It’s true, isn’t it? I’m calling it how it is.” You chuckled. “I’m still passing my classes.” he replied quickly. “Yeah, all except for calculus. To which is why I’m even tutoring you right now.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re being such a buzzkill.”

“I am not.”

“You are.” he murmured, quickly kissing you to shut you up. It worked, but only for a moment. You pulled away, his lips chasing yours, but you stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“No more kissing or touching until you get some of this work done. I wanna see progress. I’m serious.” you spoke sternly. It was rare when you got stern with Rafe, it told him that you really weren’t playing around. It both intimidated and intrigued him.

He clenched his jaw, letting out a huff as he sat back in his seat, his smile fell. “Fine.” he mumbled. You smiled in success. “Good. You better pay attention too. I’m gonna quiz you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”