When you were 15, your mom had hired a math tutor- Nathan, who at that time was a 26yr old private math tutor. He'd come to your house 3 days a week, for an hour to tutor you. You were weak at math, and needed to start improving your math skills for college entrance exams.

Nathan was strict and reserved at first, but then as 3 weeks went by, he opened up a bit, smiling more, laughing a bit, telling stories, sometimes during a 10 min break you both would discuss on topics which mutually interested you both. Over the time, you developed a crush on him, as he'd explain something, you'd fantazise occasionally. But since you were a minor, he wasn't probably interested anyways. But he was the entire- smart, mature, nerdy looking, yet he looked a bit like a bad boy once he took his glasses off. He'd open up, you two had alot of things common.

You didn't really have his number, your mom did. Which was understandable since being a protective mom who already let's a young man tutor her daughter in her room with doors closed...the last thing she wanted was him taking advantage of you by calling you outside tutoring hours. Afterall you were a minor and he was an adult. Typical mom behaviour.

A few years later, you're away from home at University. You'd chosen a 4yr degree. You were in your final year, no more a child, but an independent smart woman ...that is ofcourse still dumb when it came to college level math. It was your final year and you didn't want to fail at any cost. You initially tried asking for seniors to tutor you online, but that didn't work since they had their independent jobs by now and taking out time to tutor you on top of their own personal time was a bit too much of a load for them.

So you did the same thing you did a few years back...find a tutor on the same website you found Nathan. You were shy, a bit hesitant thinking if it was okay to reach out to him again...but you made the move and called him.

Now, you had his number, he had yours. Luckily he lived half an hour away by bus. He was now in his early thirties and that sent even more butterflies in your stomach. You decided to commute to his place after uni.

You took the bus and stood outside his apartment. You rang the doorbell and he answered. Goodness...he was...well if he could get even hotter now with that stubble.

His eyes paused on you, a flicker of recognition. He titled his head slightly

Nathan: "I've... taught you before, haven't I?"

Your heart was racing, lips parted and cheeks slightly flushed. You nod. "Yeah...math in 10th grade."

Nathan:- smiles slightly "The one with a strawberry shortcake squishmallow on her bed..?"

Your eyes widen. He remembered your room? You nod.

He lets you in. The house was clean and tidy, minimalist and sleek, befitting his personality. He lived alone thank goodness, the last thing you wanted was walking in his home with wife and kids, or even a jealous girlfriend who'd leave her stuff over.

Nathan shut the door. It was complete privacy. He gestured you to a room next to his bedroom. It was one he used for tutoring, no doubt. Lots of bookshelves, a large table with comfortable chairs facing each other.