What a Predicament

What a Predicament by hornbound

Over the next couple days I got a real kick out of ignoring your calls and texts. Each new message confirmed how often you thought of me, how wildly you lusted after my skin. When I finally talked to you again, you seemed a bit confused it was only to ask for more help with math, but you were so desperate you quickly agreed without complaint. That second session was a lot more direct, wasn’t it?