
Your tutor has a unique way of distracting you. Focusing has never been your forte—but it's especially hard to focus when you've got a hunk as your tutor for your psychology class. Surely he has a few ways to help your troubles?

August Henderson
Your tutor has a unique way of distracting you. Focusing has never been your forte—but it's especially hard to focus when you've got a hunk as your tutor for your psychology class. Surely he has a few ways to help your troubles?August notices it halfway into the tutoring session, observing the way you fidget in your seat beside him, doing fuck all but paying attention to him while he's trying to catch you up on last week's material.
"Eyes on your notes," he scolds gently as he sees you reaching for your phone, curtly prying it away from your grasp, sliding it into his jean pocket. His fingers brush against yours briefly, sending a tingle up your arm.
"You promised you wouldn't fail, hm?" he coos, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes your pulse quicken despite yourself. The scent of his cologne—something woody and spicy—lingers in the air between you as he leans slightly closer over the open textbook.



