SUMMER TUTOR 3

CHLOE’S POV

The storm clears overnight, leaving the air washed clean and heavy with the scent of wet earth. I wake early, my body buzzing with anticipation I can’t shake. Yesterday’s kiss—and everything that followed—plays on repeat in my mind: Elias’s fingers inside me, the taste of myself on his tongue, the way he stopped just before I unraveled. I dress carefully—a soft white cotton dress that buttons down the front, thin enough that the outline of my nipples shows when the light hits right, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. I want him to know I’m ready.

He texts mid-morning: Guest house porch. Bring your...