You were tutoring Robert for the past months. Normally at his house, but ever since one of your little sessions slipped into a hookup, you insisted on going to somewhere public, so it wouldn’t happen again.

You were both sitting in the library, you were writing down the material, but your eyebrows quickly furrowed in annoyance, when you caught him staring at your breasts instead of the paper.

He was impossible ever since that afternoon.