Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(44)

“Love,” she says. “I love it.”

I drag my backpack up to my shoulder and squeeze Daisy’s bicep. “I’m gonna go. Thanks for your help.”

Nodding to Violet and Dahlia, I start for the front door. I suck in the cold air and let it fill my lungs. Dammit. I kissed her again.

Actually, she kissed me. Sweet Daisy made a move on me. I never thought I’d utter those words. I thought I’d be good as long as I held myself back, which I was doing a pretty fucking epic job of until she started talking about us kissing.

I’ve barely made it to the end of the driveway when Daisy calls my name and jogs after me.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“It’s okay. I’m good. I studied more for this test than any other in my life.”

“Not about that. That we were interrupted,” she says with a shy smile.

“Oh. Well, I’ve got another ten minutes if you want to make out in your front yard.” Shut the fuck up, man.

She laughs. Damn, that sound shouldn’t get to me the way it does.

“I should get back inside, but, uh, we could meet up tomorrow if you want.” She blushes. “To study, I mean.”

“I have a group project thing tomorrow night.”

“Okay. No problem.” Her smile dims.

“What about tomorrow afternoon? I have a break after practice.”

And there it is again. Her lips curve up. “Sure. I’m done at two.”

“Let’s do it at my place.” Liam is the perfect cock block for this scenario. I can spend time with her, but I definitely won't kiss her again.

“Okay.”

“See you then,” I say, and as I walk away, I realize that being the reason for that smile is the best part of my whole day. I take another step. “Send me some pictures in that dress?”

Her grin widens. “We’ll see.”





When Daisy shows up to study, Liam is in the shower. It’s perfect because it means we can set up in the living room and not my room where there’s a bed. Getting her near a bed would be game over.

Except, even sitting on our couch, shoes kicked off, legs crossed and a laptop resting on her knees, I have images of doing very dirty things to this sweet human.

“How can I help?” she asks. “What don’t you feel like you have down for your test tomorrow?”

I take a seat next to her with my iPad and a notebook. “I feel pretty good. I thought I could work through all the problems in the chapter again.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

She goes to close her laptop, but I stop her. “Don’t you have homework or something you should be working on, too?”

I drop my gaze to her mouth. She’s wearing this pink lipstick that shines. I want to run my finger along her bottom lip to see what it feels like. And glide my tongue along it to see what it tastes like.

“I can work on it later.”

“Nah. I can do this on my own.”

“Then why am I here?”

Because I can’t get enough of you.

I knock my leg against hers. “Moral support. And in case I get stuck.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

“I’ve got this,” I say as Liam walks in. He’s got a freaking towel around his waist and no shirt. Yep, I should have picked the bedroom.

“Daisy!” Liam greets her with his usual smile.

Daisy’s eyes widen a fraction at his half-naked state. “Hi.”

He goes straight to his room but leaves the door open. Is she thinking about him naked? I grimace. Fuck, now I’m imagining him naked.

He comes out in shorts and a T-shirt and sits in the empty chair. “What are you guys working on?”

“Stats,” I say.

We both look at Daisy, who says, “I was just about to start reading for American Lit class.”

“Cool.” Liam drags his backpack from beside the chair to between his feet. “I need to do a little studying myself.”

I turn on some music, and we all get to it. See? I can do this. Studying with Daisy and Liam, and I am absolutely not going to kiss her. Or even think about kissing her.

Daisy leans over. Her hair falls onto my arm, and her pink lips open as she speaks, “Can we listen to something else? Something not so… angry.”

Well, there went not thinking about kissing her. Not that I ever really stopped.

“Got a problem with my music?”

“Not if I’m jamming out in the car, but for reading Thoreau, it’s a bit much.”

I pick up my phone, unlock it, and hand it to her. “You pick.”

She hesitates but eventually does take it.

“What type of music do you listen to?” I ask as she scrolls through my playlists.

“Whatever is on.” She hits me with a shy smile. “I usually just go for the daily top hits.”

She selects a new playlist, and an Ed Sheeran song plays.

“Favorite singer or band?”

She thinks for a second. “Don’t laugh.”

“I would never.”

She doesn’t look like she believes me, but she finally says, “Shawn Mendes. He’s so hot.”

Liam busts up laughing, and she blushes.

“Mendes is great,” he says. “I’m laughing because Jordan got stopped once in the airport on the way to a game and asked if he was Shawn Mendes.”