Funnier. "You're lucky music worked out."
He nods. "I'm not fit for anything else." He crosses the distance between us. His fingers slide over my exposed forearms. "Let me teach you to play a song."
"Maybe."
"Give me one hour."
God, his touch is making me hot and warm at once.
"You can teach me something after."
"What can I teach you?"
"You tell me. I hear you learn a lot of shit in college."
"You didn't go?"
"I dropped out after a semester."
I shoot him a really look.
He nods.
"I majored in English. Do you really want to learn about analyzing literature?"
"I haven't read a book in a while."
"Hmm." I rack my brain for things I can teach Joel. "We could do it with movies, instead."
"You're passing up the chance to analyze Harry Potter with me."
I have to laugh. "God, your thesis would be exclusively focused on phallic imagery. It would be disturbing."
"That's a funny way of pronouncing genius."
"Uh-huh."
He takes my mug of tea and sets it on the counter. Then he's sliding his arms around my waist, pulling my body into his.
Already, I'm forgetting my anxieties.
I can't pull back from this thing with Joel.
His touch makes me feel alive in a way nothing else does.
How can I give up even a minute of that?
"I'm a bad student. I can see why you don't want to teach." He brushes my hair behind my ear. "How about you force me to try something new instead?"
"Is there anything Joel Young hasn't tried?"
He shrugs. "There must be."
Hmm. This needs to be something that challenges Joel. He's good at convincing everyone else he's the up for anything life of the party guy.
But I know that's a put on.
Which means, I need to find something that will challenge his desire to seem like the cool, fun, nothing bothers me guy.