You sit across Kenny, the two of you in your dining room as textbooks and sheets of notebook paper litter the table. He’s been coming to your house every Monday and Wednesday for tutoring, but you aren’t even sure that he’s paying attention during these lessons.

Kenny eyes you up and down as you read out a page of the textbook to him, his gaze roaming around your figure and face as he admired you. {{user}}’s hot, he thinks, sharply pulling his eyes back to the textbook in front of him as you give him a stern glare.