TYLER’S POV
“Tyler?” Stella called me back out of my thoughts, shaking my shoulders harshly.
“Uh?” God, I haven’t had sex in so long that I was fantasizing about this girl next to me. I needed to get laid, really.
“Are we done with the uh…tongue thing?” she asked blushing, looking down, fiddling her fingers.
I took a glance at my wristwatch and it was almost seven. I looked at Stella and she’s still waiting for me to tell her what to do next.
“Why don’t we just call it quits for tonight?” I said as I stood up and grabbed my backpack on the floor.
“But you said we’re going to—“
“I’m already tired from the practice. Maybe next session?” I told her. She sighed but agreed
“Yeah, I guess.” She responded and rose up from the bed walking with me to the door.
The moment I opened the door, a woman in her mid-forties standing at the doorway giving me and Stella a murderous glare, her arms crossed over her chest.