"That's the least convincing confession I've ever heard."
"Shut up. I'm trying." Her fingers kept moving. Combing through my hair in slow strokes. "You're different from everyone else. You don't run when I'm difficult. You don't tell me I'm broken. You just. Sit there. And explain quadratic formulas like it's the most important thing in the world."
"It's kind of my job."
"No. Your job is tutoring. This." She gestured between us. "This is something else."
My mouth went dry. "What is it?"
"I don't know. But." She leaned down again. Her face inches from mine. "I want to figure it out."
Her weight shifted. My body reacted. Completely involuntary. Biology doing what biology does when an attractive girl grinds on your lap while playing with your hair.
Cassidy's eyes went wide.
"Oh my god," she whispered.
"I'm sorry."
"You're."
"It's not. It's just a reaction."
"To me?"
"To the situation."
"The situation where I'm on top of you?"
"Yes."
