The Kissing Tutor by Sally Henson

Author:Sally Henson [Henson, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirt Road Press
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Cayla closed her locker and shot me a glum frown. “I guess I’ll see you later,” she huffed. She had an art project she had to finish before the end of the day. When she signed up for her senior classes, she put down art, thinking it was going to be easy. It didn’t turn out that way for her.

“You’ll have fun,” I said in a peppy, “you got this” voice.

She rolled her eyes and moped off to her creative destination.

“What’s her problem?” Roan asked, planting a hand on the wall above my head.

Boy, did he smell good. “She has another art project due,” I answered, closing my locker and then leaning my back against it. Roan looked extra nice today in his gray Lucky shorts and his Mighty Lions softball T-shirt. He said he wore it because he believed in me, in my pitching.

He chuckled. “Everybody knows art isn’t a blow-off class.”

I shrugged, looking up at his golden eyes. “I tried to tell her.”

Our gazes locked and my insides turned jittery. Was he going to kiss me? Here in the hallway? In front of all these people? Yes, please.

“You look—” his eyes washed down my body and back— “great.”

He said that when I got in his truck that morning. The way he was looking at me now, his voice, was causing my breathing to tick up a notch. Thank you, Madi, for finding another outfit for me. I swallowed and croaked out, “Thanks.”

He grinned and kept staring at me with his golden kiss-me eyes.

A nervous giggle spilled over my lips. “You look pretty great too,” I said. “Especially in that T-shirt.”

“Tutoring you has been the best,” he said, pausing. He dipped his head closer to me. He was about to say something else, maybe even plant a kiss on my lips, but was interrupted.

“’Sup, Martin? You on for Logan’s tonight?” James asked, clamping a hand on Roan’s shoulder.

My chin dropped to my chest so fast, it might have left a bruise. Did I want Roan to kiss me? Oh, yeah. But just the presence of James freaked me out. I had managed to stay away from him in the halls since prom. There he was, interrupting Roan and me.

Roan cleared his throat, dropping his hand from the wall to his side. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be there,” he said.

“You gonna be there, Tommie?” James asked.

I focused my eyes on Roan and James’ loafers and the white and gray floor tiles underneath. I shook my head.

A puff of forced air came out of Roan before he said, “I’m in the middle of something. Catch up with you later.”

James cleared his throat, pausing before he said in a strained voice, “Sure, man. Later.” I watched his feet pass in front of me and disappear out of my circle of vision.

Kissing noises filled the air. The kind mean junior high boys created when they teased. The kind I had heard more times than I could count since prom. I glanced up in time to see a group of guys pass by, including Tommy Styles and London Hauser.

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