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better, you can even pay me to tutor you. Math is something I'm good at, and it's something you struggle with. We're friends right?" The way he's staring at me makes it impossible for me to disagree with him. He knows things that no one else knows about my family, and I guess that does make us kinda friends.
"I offered to tutor you before and you turned me down, saying you'd eventually get it on your own, but you still don't get it, do you?" He doesn't wait for me to answer before continuing, "Just try it. Let me tutor you for a month or so, and give me the chance to prove that I can help you and that I'm not just trying to get in your pants. If you still don't want me to, I'll stop and we won't mention it again."
Wyatt makes a lot of sense, but I'm still not sure I can handle being alone with him for long periods of time without jumping him. We've been in here alone for just over an hour now, and I'm having trouble thinking about anything other than the way his lips felt that night at Drench when he kissed me.
Being alone seems to turn up the magnetic field between us; we get closer and closer the longer we're together. Every time his leg brushes mine or our hands accidentally touch an electric current passes through my body. I don't realize I'm chewing on my bottom lip until Wyatt uses his thumb to pull it out from between my teeth. My gaze flies up to meet his and he's looking at me tenderly. "You're going to hurt yourself. Stop thinking so hard, Peyton." He lowers his voice, leaning closer so that I can feel his breath against my ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you, and let you get to know me."
The combination of his words and the feel of his breath against my neck causes my own to quicken. Wyatt pulls back to look into my eyes and whatever he sees in mine causes his to darken and his own breath to speed up. We continue to sit, each studying the other until the tension in the room is so thick it almost hurts to breathe.
Finally, he brings his hand up to stroke my cheek before sliding his hand down and around to the back of my neck. Wyatt pulls me forward until our mouths are almost touching before he stops, holding me there. I'm close enough that I can smell the Altoids he constantly has in his mouth. The minty scent mixes with his cologne to create a mixture that's uniquely him.
He still doesn't kiss me, just keeps his hand firmly on the back of my neck to keep me in place while he searches my eyes. I don't know what he's looking for but I feel like he's seeing everything I try to keep hidden, including how attracted to him I am. After a beat, he leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth before releasing me. My breath is still coming fast, and so is his, when he drops his hand from my neck.
Our eyes are still locked when the door to my dorm opens and Kat, Max and Clay walk back in. Kat's laughing at something one of them said, but they all stop short to stare at us. The tension in the room must be obvious to them too because Kat suddenly looks uncomfortable, while Clay's grin widens as he looks between us. Wyatt clears his throat, shakes his head and stands up.
He holds out a hand, "Can I see your phone?"
Dumbly, I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him. My brain is still mush so I don't notice him dialing until the phone in his pocket starts to ring. Confused, I frown up at him but he just grins and continues to press buttons on my phone before he hands it back.
"There," he says. "Now you've got my number and I have yours so we can set up tutoring times." Placing a quick kiss on the top of my head, he walks over to his friends, tells Kat goodnight and all the guys leave. The click of the door shutting finally brings me out of my trance, and I look down at my phone to see the name he saved his number under - Prince Charming . I can't help but laugh, especially when I realize that the shirt I'm wearing says "Prince Charming is hard to
"I offered to tutor you before and you turned me down, saying you'd eventually get it on your own, but you still don't get it, do you?" He doesn't wait for me to answer before continuing, "Just try it. Let me tutor you for a month or so, and give me the chance to prove that I can help you and that I'm not just trying to get in your pants. If you still don't want me to, I'll stop and we won't mention it again."
Wyatt makes a lot of sense, but I'm still not sure I can handle being alone with him for long periods of time without jumping him. We've been in here alone for just over an hour now, and I'm having trouble thinking about anything other than the way his lips felt that night at Drench when he kissed me.
Being alone seems to turn up the magnetic field between us; we get closer and closer the longer we're together. Every time his leg brushes mine or our hands accidentally touch an electric current passes through my body. I don't realize I'm chewing on my bottom lip until Wyatt uses his thumb to pull it out from between my teeth. My gaze flies up to meet his and he's looking at me tenderly. "You're going to hurt yourself. Stop thinking so hard, Peyton." He lowers his voice, leaning closer so that I can feel his breath against my ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you, and let you get to know me."
The combination of his words and the feel of his breath against my neck causes my own to quicken. Wyatt pulls back to look into my eyes and whatever he sees in mine causes his to darken and his own breath to speed up. We continue to sit, each studying the other until the tension in the room is so thick it almost hurts to breathe.
Finally, he brings his hand up to stroke my cheek before sliding his hand down and around to the back of my neck. Wyatt pulls me forward until our mouths are almost touching before he stops, holding me there. I'm close enough that I can smell the Altoids he constantly has in his mouth. The minty scent mixes with his cologne to create a mixture that's uniquely him.
He still doesn't kiss me, just keeps his hand firmly on the back of my neck to keep me in place while he searches my eyes. I don't know what he's looking for but I feel like he's seeing everything I try to keep hidden, including how attracted to him I am. After a beat, he leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth before releasing me. My breath is still coming fast, and so is his, when he drops his hand from my neck.
Our eyes are still locked when the door to my dorm opens and Kat, Max and Clay walk back in. Kat's laughing at something one of them said, but they all stop short to stare at us. The tension in the room must be obvious to them too because Kat suddenly looks uncomfortable, while Clay's grin widens as he looks between us. Wyatt clears his throat, shakes his head and stands up.
He holds out a hand, "Can I see your phone?"
Dumbly, I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him. My brain is still mush so I don't notice him dialing until the phone in his pocket starts to ring. Confused, I frown up at him but he just grins and continues to press buttons on my phone before he hands it back.
"There," he says. "Now you've got my number and I have yours so we can set up tutoring times." Placing a quick kiss on the top of my head, he walks over to his friends, tells Kat goodnight and all the guys leave. The click of the door shutting finally brings me out of my trance, and I look down at my phone to see the name he saved his number under - Prince Charming . I can't help but laugh, especially when I realize that the shirt I'm wearing says "Prince Charming is hard to
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