Ethan’s shoulders tensed against the doorframe. The biology textbook in Mia’s hands suddenly felt like a weapon she was wielding against him. He could still taste her from yesterday, still feel the ghost of her body grinding against his c**k on the porch. Now she stood there, calm and challenging, offering him the chance to “teach” her while wearing that cropped tank that showed the soft curve of her waist and the faint freckles he had touched.
He swallowed hard, forcing his voice to stay steady.
“I’ll explain it to you later,” he said, the words coming out rougher than he intended. “Not right now.”
Mia’s eyes narrowed. She slammed the textbook shut with a sharp snap. “f**k this,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to hear.
Ethan didn’t wait for more. He turned on his h
