Shortly after he sat down, thunder began to rumble. It wasn't long before I heard rain trickling down the fireplace. He looked awesome. He was wearing his letterman's jacket over a crisp, white tee shirt and dark, stonewashed jeans. After a few moments of awkward silence, I spoke the first words:
"Well," I began, "What do you want to start on first?"
"Honestly, I don't want to start on any of it," he answered, truthfully.
"Okay, then. Biology," I decided, "Where's your Biology book?" I questioned.
"It's in my car," he said, shrugging.
"Well, I suggest you go get it," I said firmly.
"Dammit, Lauren, it's pouring out there," he pointed out, looking out one of the large windows.
"Not my problem, only an idiot goes to a tutoring session and leaves his books in the car," I said, crossing my arms.
He stood up grumbling something about "rain" and "know-it-alls". He used his keyless entry to unlock his doors. "Be right back," he said as he ran outside. Shortly after, he emerged soaking wet with his textbook wrapped in his letterman's jacket. His white tee shirt clung to his perfect torso and left little to the imagination. He was damn gorgeous and it was extremely difficult for me not to stare as the water dripped down his body.
He sat back down and handed me his Biology book. "Thank you, Sir," I said as I took the book from him. I thumbed through it, remembering the material very clearly.
"Which unit are you guys going over?" I asked, trying to figure out my next move.
"Something about the Levels of Organisms or some shit," he said, searching his memory. I had to admit: his thinking face was adorable.
"It's the Levels of Organization, Logan. You really haven't paid any attention to lecture, thus far, have you?" I asked.
"Nope, that's what I have you for," he said, crossing his hands behind his head and reclining in his chair.
"Logan, I know you may think so, but I am not your ticket to an "A". I am only going to help you study... the rest is up to you," I said, feeling myself already getting frustrated.
"Okay, Okay... easy Killer," he joked.
I outlined the chapter and put together a study schedule. If it was up to me, he'd have this entire book memorized forward and back by the end of this month. I gave him a notebook and made him memorize the Levels of Organization. While he studied, I read Shakespeare, well tried to read Shakespeare, but I repeatedly found myself staring at him. His hair was still wet and shiny and ever so often, he wore his adorable thinking face while mouthed words to memorize them. I inhaled his scent and I was intoxicated by it. The water amplified the intensity of the sweet aroma of sweat and cologne. I remembered he came here from football practice and found that rather than being disgusted by it, I was invigorated. It was all I could do to not crawl over to him and rub myself against him like an attention-starved kitten. When I felt enough time had passed, I quizzed him on his progress.
"Logan," I began, "What are the Levels of Organization?"
