Lisa

The doorbell rings and I walk up to it nervously. I've been antsy waiting for Jennie today. I don't know what I was thinking offering to tutor her. It's obvious there's still something between us. If I want to be friends with her, I shouldn't be finding opportunities to be alone with her. Why the hell do I keep thinking with my dick instead of my head?

"Hey," she says, her voice soft. Jennie looks cute as fuck today. She's got her hair in a messy bun and she's wearing leggings with an oversized tee. She looks comfy and stunning. My heart warms when she starts to fidget with the hem of her tee and bites down on her lip — classic giveaways of her nerves. I grin, relieved that she's just as affected as I am.

"Hey," I murmur. Jennie follows me into the apartment, and I lead her to the living room. "I usually study at the coffee table. We can move to the dining table if you want, though."

She shakes her head and drops to the floor. She's quiet as she unpacks her books. She's been avoiding me lately, and she hasn't responded to any of the little pranks I pulled whenever we ran into each other. I've stuck random dumb stickers on her back, and one time I stuck a fake spider on her backpack, but she hasn't retaliated at all.

I'm low key glad that I've finally found a way to get her to spend time with me. I told myself I'd stay away from her, but now that she's here, I find that I've missed her too much. I miss the bond we used to have. We were good friends before we fucked it all up.

I grab a pillow and sit down next to her, my thigh grazing hers. I'm no longer a teenager, but being near Jennie is still enough to make me hard. I grab another pillow and place it over my lap. Jennie glances at me and stares at the pillow in confusion before it finally clicks. She looks at me in disbelief and blushes. She seems flustered where she used to look smug, and I suddenly feel awkward. It irritates me that I can't control my body's response around her. I want to be friends with her, but my body has other ideas.

"So how do you wanna do this?" she asks. I grab her book and start flicking through it.

"How about we both just study, and once you run into a problem, I'll break it down for you."

Jennie nods and starts working. I try to concentrate on my own assignments, but all I can focus on is Jennie. She's still using the same perfume I gave her. Did the bottle last that long or did she buy herself another one? I didn't go home for her birthdays. The last two years were the first birthdays we didn't spend together ever since she walked into my life. Every year I stupidly bought her a new bottle of perfume, though. Just in case I decided to go. I'm pretty sure I have two bottles stuffed somewhere in my sock drawer.

Jennie sighs and I glance over at her. She's got her brows scrunched up in such a cutesy way that I'm instantly filled with tenderness. "What's wrong?" I murmur. She points at a math problem and I glance at it over her shoulder.

"That one is actually quite complicated," I admit. I grab her pen and write out every step to take as I walk her through it. Instead of paying attention, she just looks at me in awe.

"How do you know all this?" she asks.

I chuckle. "I had to take these classes too, Minx. Besides, I'm doing an engineering degree. Almost my entire curriculum is math."

She sighs and rests her head against my shoulder. I can't resist and throw my arm around her before handing her pen back. "You try," I whisper. I drop my chin on top of her shoulder and watch as she successfully solves the equation. "Very good," I murmur. I didn't mean for it to happen, but my angle gives me the perfect view down her t-shirt. It's loose and it's oversized, so I can see her boobs clearly. They look bigger than they used to, and she isn't wearing a bra. I didn't think it'd be possible, but I'm actually even harder now.

I pull away from her. I don't want to be a weird pervert, and I definitely don't want to make Jennie uncomfortable. I don't know why I can't act like a normal person around her. It doesn't help that she seems to be even more beautiful than she used to be.

"Lisa?" she says. I look up at her and she looks at me funny. "What are you thinking about?"

I blink. "Your boobs," I blurt out. I'm mortified. I can't believe I actually said that. Jennie looks at me with wide eyes and then looks down at her breasts. She blushes and clears her throat.

"Um, well…" she says.

I bury my face in my hands and groan. "Shit, Minx. I'm sorry. I just… fuck."

I run a hand through my hair and Jennie nods. She looks down at her breasts again and shrugs. "Well, they are great boobs," she says, and I burst out laughing.

"Jennie," I murmur, drawing out her name.

Her eyes roam over my body and she jumps up. "I'm getting hungry. Let me see what you have to make dinner with," she says. I nod and follow her into the kitchen, relieved with the change of subject. She makes herself at home and rummages through all my cupboards. I usually hate it when women so much as wander through my apartment, but I love having her in my space.

She orders me to chop up some vegetables for her while she preps the base of what looks like a healthy and filling dinner. I think she'll make a mushroom and chicken oven dish. Whatever it is already smells amazing. I'm glad she isn't making anything that doesn't fit in with my coach's diet. I guess by now Jennie is as used to my dietary needs as my mom is.

She scoops some sauce off the spoon with her finger, but before she can taste it, I grab her hand and close my lips around her finger. Jennie gulps and stares at me with wide eyes, her lips falling open. She looks at me with desire swirling through those gorgeous eyes of hers. I'm taken back to our childhood instantly. The way she used to look at me and the way she used to make me feel… being around her is dangerous. I can't resist her. I can barely function. My cheeks are just as flushed as hers and I take a step back. It's like I have no self-control when it comes to her.

I take a step back and excuse myself, practically running to the bathroom. I need some distance. My heart still races when Jennie is around. It's been years since we last got together, and even then, we never dated. I guess we were sort of seeing each other, but we were just kids.

I close the bathroom door behind me and sink down to the floor. Jennie and I shouldn't go down this path again. We can't. I still remember the way my heart ached when she refused to try long distance. The way my heart straight up broke when I came home to find her in someone else's arms. Jennie has never felt for me what I feel for her, and I'm not sure I even want her to. I don't want to feel that vulnerable again. I don't have time for complications and I doubt she's up for casual sex. I need to put an end to this somehow.