He made his way over to me, flopping down in the chair next to me. He was so close that I could smell soap and warmth radiating from him. My stomach twisted up when his brown eyes looked into mine for the first time.
“I have less than two weeks to get ready for these tests. I need your help, and I promise, I won't ask you to do the work for me again. I have to pass.” I nodded, trying to actively listen to him, but I was really struggling with the pain in my hand.
“Look, if you aren’t going to help, I need to know now so I can get the coach to find someone else.” He snapped at me.
“NO, I've got you. Here is assignment one for this week. Go through it and show me what you can do and we can go from there.” Slowly, he took the paper from my good hand. He looked over the paper in front of
