Luis

I realized she was looking at me long before I realized I'd noticed. She was sitting on the couch with an open notebook in her lap, pretending to study, and pretending very badly. I'd already counted at least fifteen minutes since the last time she turned the page. I continued cleaning my hockey stick on the floor, trying to look busy. Part of it is habit after practice… but the other part was pure provocation because I knew exactly what I was doing. Every time I looked up, she looked away. "Are you done pretending to study? "She looked at me. "I'm studying," I arched an eyebrow . "Of course, that's why you've been on the same page for fifteen minutes," she sighed irritably . "Maybe it's hard to concentrate when my classmate is practically naked in the middle of the room. "I chuckled softly and stood up. As soon as I was standing, I saw her eyes following me for a second before looking back at my face. I walked to the sofa and stopped right next to her. I rested a hand on the sofa and leaned in slightly . "Funny… because last night you didn't seem to care. "Her face turned red instantly . "Last night was different," she replied. I tilted my head . "Was it? I still clearly remember her teasing me in the way that made me lose control. Because I remember you holding my shirt and saying… "She put her hand on my chest, interrupting me. "You talk too much. "We were silent for seconds, then she looked at my hair, then at my chest, and I realized she was plotting something . "Can I ask you something? "I crossed my arms. "Will I like the question? "She smiled. "They say that when a man is a redhead… "I narrowed my eyes. "Go on … does that mean down there is…? "For a second I was silent. Not because I didn't have an answer, but because that question, phrased like that, made my imagination run wild, so I chuckled softly and pulled her closer by the waist, a few centimeters closer . "Do you really want to find out the answer? "