The Goalie's Tutor

a's

er, but in a soft, pretty way, no

he curtain open just a crack, watching

wed. Like everything was on mute, an

ficial tutoring sessi

n with a sigh and g

ed pencils, a calculator, highlighters, sticky notes... maybe a li

r with the placement tests and zipped i

still sitting on my desk

ere here with

verything just felt... off without her by my

wn situations feel like jok

tutor a guy who my subconscious thought looke

hot. But Jason was not just hot. He was hot hot. Like unfair levels o

he opened his mouth, all that

lash

the car, tossing my things into the backse

, and I sat there, gripping the wheel and tryin

ly bench-pressed people my size for fun. How the

whispered to myself. "He

prayed silently, let him have actually done those placem

t, my stomach twisted itself into knots. My fingers

was

lly

hind a sleek black car that screamed m

ntroducing herself quickly before ushering me inside and up the staircase. I mutte

hen she stopped in front of it

pped

icks propped against the wall, jerseys draped

of them were him. On the ice. With tea

estepped a hoodie on the floor and a stray

rning toward the sound just as Jason looked up f

A tall, broad-shouldered guy with b

to mine. "Who let you

tinctively taki

. Go easy. She's a cute litt

elf off the couch and wal

's Ai

rying to make my

he tilted his head, almost t

change your pants.

kipped a b

fingers touched the fabric. It was wet and

. My period. Right now? I wanted the f

reathe. My fingertips were pre