“That’s it for class, everyone. Make sure that you go over your exams and fix any of your mistakes. You’ll be able to get half credit if you redo them,” Professor Kim shouts as I leave the class room.

I don’t know why I’m in a rush. I don’t have anywhere in particular to be. Not since I stopped tutoring David.

It’s been a little over a week since that night in his dorm room. Everything had been going so well. I felt like we opened up to each other and I got to know more about him.

The chilly air hits my face hard when I walk outside. I bring the sides of my coat up and try my best to block out the cold. The wind blows the leaves across the concrete, and I can’t help but think of David. I run my tongue along my lips, trying to bring back his vivid touch to the forefront of my mind.

His kiss was unexpected. And at the time, I didn’t fight it. I gave right in to him. I couldn’t resist. I’d been thinking about how his touch would feel against me since the day I met him.

My cheeks blush as I think of his fingers parting my legs. How slowly and purposefully he climbed up the inside of my legs, full of hunger and want. Almost like he wanted to devour every inch of my body. And I wanted to give into him. I really did.

I’d never felt that kind of lust from another man before. Sure, I’d been with other guys. But none of them ever made me feel the way David did. None of them looked at me like David did.

I pull open the door to my building and hop into the elevator. A couple of students shuffle in and I get packed into the corner. Everyone is talking about the upcoming game and how David won’t be the starting quarterback. It’s the talk of the campus. And I can’t help but feel a little bit responsible for it.

The second that I left David’s apartment, I called Melissa and told her that things weren’t working out between David and I. She didn’t ask for a reason and I didn’t give it to her. She just made it clear that there was nobody else lined up to tutor David. That if I didn’t tutor him, then he would fail for sure. She wanted me to reconsider, at least until she lined someone else up. I knew that I was being selfish just abandoning him, At the time, I didn’t care.

I was done with him. Done with opening myself up and telling him things I never told anyone else. Done with those green eyes of his. Done with that hard, taut body of his. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Deep down, I want to get down and dirty with him. I want to see if the rumors are true about his cock and take him for the wildest ride of his life. I’m tired of being cooped up in my room, always being the good girl. Letting my epilepsy get the best of me.

I reach my apartment and a package by the door catches my eye. It’s the size of a textbook and six inches from the floor. It’s wrapped in white wrapping paper and on top there’s a red ribbon. I look up and down the hallway. This must be a mistake. I don’t get mysterious packages at the door. I pick it up and open the note that’s on the outside.

To: Casey

I’m sorry.

From: David

I turn the note over but there’s nothing else written on it. Simple and to the point. Never expected anything less from him.

I push inside my room and throw my backpack on to the bed. I set the package on the bed and stare at it like it might explode any second. I shouldn’t open it. I should just send it back to him and tell him that I don’t want or need his apology.

That’s what I should do, but the other part of me, the more sensible side, is telling me to open it. To give him another chance and see what’s inside. He is going out of his way to apologize to me, even when I might have overreacted.

I relent, and with shaking hands, pull at the end of the ribbon. I carefully peel off the wrapping paper and open it. Inside there’s a white teddy bear looking up at me. The fabric is soft and plush in my hands and he’s holding a small calculator in one hand and a pencil in the other. I bring it up to my chest and rest my head on it, sitting back on my bed.

I close my eyes. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be so mad at him. There’s hardly any reason for me to be this upset.

It’s not like I did anything to stop David’s advances. He’s not the only one to blame for this. I wanted it just as much as he did, if not more. I push my head down on the teddy bear and listen to the beating of my heart.

Part of me wanted him to move faster. To have his fingers pulling at my panties, his thumb on my clit. I wanted to shove that fabled cock between my lips. The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine and to my core.

I need to fix this. I reach for my cellphone and hit one on the speed dial. I don’t wait for her typical response. I just blurt it out.

“Can you reassign me to David?”

Melissa doesn’t say anything at first. I can almost imagine the big smile on her face. “That’s not a problem. Should I tell him to meet you at the regular time?”

“That’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Casey.” Melissa hangs up. I squeeze the bear hard and push my head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. I bite down on my lip and let myself grow familiar with the excitement coursing through me.

I don’t know why, but I actually missed David. That soft smirk of his. Those green eyes looking up and down my body. The way his hand touches mine when he wants to get my attention.

There’s too much sexual tension between us. We won’t be able to get anything done until that’s resolved. I close my eyes and nod to myself.

There’s only one thing to do.