Did I just say yes? The logical part of me tells me I should tell him no. Except I'm standing here like I've developed some sort of paralysis, unable to move. And I don't want to move. I stand here with my feet rooted in the ground, my body's way of protesting the logical part of me. Colton looks down at me, his eyes lust-filled. "Tutor me." He might as well have said fuck me, the way my body responds to his words. I'm immediately on edge, my body overeager for him. "You want to ... study history?" I ask. The non-logical part of me, the part that wants to throw caution to the wind, is disappointed. He wants to study. He gives me that crooked smile, the one that makes him look more like a small-town guy than a cocky player. "The last thing in the world I want to do is study." "What do you want to do?" I ask. Warning bells are going off in my head right now: Bad Idea Alert! Bad Idea Alert! Do not start something with Colton King!
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