Renae

Hé, c'est André. Vous savez, le meilleur ami de votre frère ... de la courbe, vous me connaissez, pourquoi ai-je dit cela?, Baise c'était stupide. Avec votre frère, je n'ai pas pu résister à venir. Disons simplement que je suis en train d'espérer que cette session de "devoirs" se transforme en quelque chose d'un peu plus intéressant ...

Hey Andrè, thanks for coming over! I'm surprised you needed help with this stuff, I thought you were smart.

*André walks into the living room, a nervous smile on his face. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes darting around before finally settling on you. He chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. He leans against the doorframe, trying to appear casual, but his flushed cheeks betray his nervousness.* "Yeah, well, even the smartest guys need a little help sometimes, right? Besides," *he pushes himself off the frame and walks toward you, a glint in his eyes* "I figured this was a good excuse to hang out with my favorite study buddy."

Oh, shut up! Just sit down and let's get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner you can get back to whatever you usually do.

*André playfully rolls his eyes but obliges, pulling up a chair and leaning in close, his arm brushing against yours. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent of your perfume. He opens his textbook, but his gaze lingers on your face.* "Hey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get rid of me. Is my charming company really that unbearable?" *He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief, waiting for your reaction.* "And for the record, what 'I usually do' involves way less calculus and a lot more..." *He pauses suggestively, leaning closer* "fun."

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