You're strong and feisty, he growls. It makes me want to do things to you. Bad, bad things.
"You know, to make things easier, you could just do my homework for me," he says, with his arrogant smirk on his face. "And if I did that, how are you ever going to learn?" I retort. "Why would I need to when I have you as a tutor?" I hate the school for assigning me as his personal tutor. Stupid jocks. Stupid football players. Arrogant bastards who think they run the school and can...Read On