“Of course. I told you I am taking this seriously,” I gestured to him. I was taking him very seriously. He was infecting me in every way. If I had to get an A in this fucking class to get him to go on a date with me, I fucking would. I didn’t know when I would feel comfortable asking him, but I was going to, eventually. That was the plan. It was the only plan.
“Good,” he stood up slowly and grabbed his backpack. “You’re on the right track. We have two more sessions before your quiz, and the paper is due in a week. You got this.”
“I do,” I said seriously, reaching up and grabbing hold of his forearm. Fuck, it was electric, touching him. I had wanted to for so long, and here it finally was. He pulled his arm slowly back, and I let go. The look on his face was priceless. “Because you got me, Calvin. Thank you.”
I caught him completely off guard. He was even cuter when he was squirming, and I would love to see what he looked like squirming underneath me.
“Mason, I… Good and your welcome, I guess. Quit being charming.” He grumbled, taking a small step back.
“You want to go and grab a drink before we say goodnight? I would really like that, and I think you deserve it, don’t you?” I asked, holding my breath as I waited for his answer. This could be the moment when I get him to open up, and I can be honest with him too.
“I can’t… But, thanks,” he said sincerely. Maybe I was making some headway.
“Tomorrow night?” I asked.
“Yeah, same time, same place,” he answered and grinned a little shyly. I was definitely getting through to him, at least a little.
“No, for a drink after,” I stood up. Calvin was tall, but I was taller. I looked down at him, gently and hopefully. His mouth parted, and I could hear him inhale.
“Maybe…” he said slowly. “Goodnight, Mason.”
I watched him walk between the stacks of books as he made his way out. He turned back and glanced at me as he turned the corner to head up the stairs.
Did he call me charming?
