*Lesson Day 2
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I showed up for the second lesson exactly on time, but my stomach was already in knots. I’d spent the whole week trying not to think about the first session, but it kept sneaking back into my head at the worst moments -- the way Ryan’s arm brushed mine like I wasn't expecting, the low sound of his voice when he said he was there to help me however I needed.
But I told myself I was being ridiculous. He was my tutor. That was it.
When he opened the door, he was wearing the same grey sweatpants but a different black t-shirt. His hair looked like he’d just run his fingers through it. He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey Sophie. Come on in.”
I stepped inside, clutching my notebook tighter than necessary. The apartment smelled like coffee again. He had the desk set up the
