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As soon as Emily opened the door to her tutor’s apartment, she was hit with an overwhelming scent of lavender. She followed the smell into the living room, where she found James sitting on a couch, surrounded by textbooks and notes.

“Hey,” he stood up when he saw her. “Come on in.”

Emily’s heart skipped a beat. She had been crushing on James for months now, but she never wondered he felt the same way. However, something in his eyes told her that tonight might be different.

“Thanks,” she sat down on the couch, making sure to sit close to him. “So, what are we going to study?”

“Nothing too complicated,” he said, taking out a notebook. “Just some Spanish verbs.”

Emily nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t focus on the words in front of her. Instead, she found herself staring at James and the way his eyes darted back and forth across the page. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.

“Are you okay?” James asked, looking up.

“Yeah, sorry,” she said, blushing. “I’m just trying to focus.”

“Do you want to take a break?” he suggested.

She nodded eagerly, relieved that she wouldn’t have to pretend to study anymore.

James got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later, he came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Cheers,” he said, holding out a glass.

“Cheers,” Emily said, raising her own glass.

They clinked glasses lightly, then both took a sip of wine. The cool, crisp taste filled Emily’s mouth, sending a thrill of excitement through her body.

“Do you ever think about…other things?” Emily asked, feeling brave.

James looked at her quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like…sex,” she said, watching his face closely.

James chuckled.

“Of course I think about sex,” he said. “But we’re here to study, not to hook up.”

“I know,” Emily said, feeling deflated. “I just…I don’t know. I’ve never really done it before.”

“You’ve never had sex before?” James asked, surprised.

“No,” Emily admitted. “I’ve only ever made out with a few guys. But I want to learn. I want to be good at it.”

James set down his glass and looked at her, his eyes darkening.

“I can teach you,” he said, his voice low.

“Teach me?” Emily repeated, feeling her heart rate pick up.

“Yeah,” James said, standing up and walking over to her. “I can show you how to please a man. And in return, you can show me how to please a woman.”

Emily felt a wave of heat wash over her. This was it. This was what she had been dreaming of. And with James, no less.

“Okay,” she said, almost breathless.

James leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and insistent against her own. Emily responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

James pulled away suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“But first, let’s finish that Spanish lesson.”
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