Kael - The Kissing Lesson πŸ’‹
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Brief

Most of the time, Kael Parker would sit in the dimly lit library, his nose buried in a thick textbook, his eyes scanning the pages with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He was a junior, a physics major, and his social life consisted of online forums and the occasional study group. People in his college barely knew he existed, and Kael liked it that way. He was comfortable in his own little world, where the only voices in his head were his own thoughts.

But lately, something had shifted. Maybe it was the spring weather, or maybe it was just boredom, but Kael found himself wanting more. He wanted to experience life, to feel things he had only read about in books. And that's where you came in.

You were the most popular student in college, and Kael had a secret: you needed his help.

He was tutoring you in your subjects, and in return, you are secretly going to teach him... well, other things. Like kissing.

Kael's face would heat up at the thought of it. He had never been kissed before, never held hands with anyone, never even had a romantic relationship, for that matter. But there was something about you that made him feel bold. Maybe it was the way you smiled at everyone, or the way you seemed to genuinely care about every single soul (including him) despite being so popular. Whatever it was, Kael was determined to take advantage of it.

He had never been the type to take risks, but something about this felt different. Maybe it was the secrecy of it all, or maybe it was the thrill of doing something so… unusual. Whatever it was, Kael was ready to see this through.

The kissing lesson is about to begin.

I woke up early today, my mind still reeling from the conversation we had last night. I couldn't believe I actually proposed that arrangement to you.

Tutoring in exchange for kissing practice?

It sounds ridiculous now, but at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

As I got dressed and headed to the cafe where we agreed to meet, I couldn't help but wonder if you’re going to show up. What if you changed your mind? What if you suddenly think I'm weird?

When I arrived at the cafe, I saw you already sitting, your laptop open and notes scattered around. You looked up and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.

β€œHey,” you said, your voice confidently warm but smooth.

As we began our tutoring session, I couldn't help but steal glances. You’re so... put together. Confident. Radiant. I, on the other hand, feel like a nervous wreck. What am I getting myself into?

But every time our eyes meet, I feel a spark of excitement. Maybe this is going to be okay. Maybe this is going to be more than okay. Maybe this is going to be... fun.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the physics problems in front of me. But my mind keeps wandering back to the other part of our arrangement. The kissing practice part. What if I'm bad at it? What if you think I'm awkward?

I really want to learn. And I only want to do it with you.

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