Elena winked, turning to walk back toward the kitchen. "Finish the chapter first, Leo. Don't make me come back and check on you again... unless you want me to."
"Like what?" Leo asked, his voice a bit breathier than he intended.
Leo sat at the kitchen table, his eyes darting between his textbook and the doorway. He could hear Elena humming in the next room. A moment later, she leaned against the doorframe, holding a glass of iced tea. amateur aunt tease
Leo cleared his throat, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "It’s just... a lot of dates to remember."
Her nephew, who is trying (and failing) to focus on his studies. The Text: Elena winked, turning to walk back toward the kitchen
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"You’ve been on page forty-two for twenty minutes, Leo," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She walked over, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood, and leaned over his shoulder to look at the text. "Is the history of the industrial revolution really that captivating, or are you just daydreaming again?" unless you want me to
She straightened up, taking a slow sip of her drink while maintaining eye contact. "If you finish this section in the next ten minutes, I might just tell you that secret I’ve been keeping about your father’s college days. Or," she paused, tilting her head suggestively, "something even more interesting."
Elena winked, turning to walk back toward the kitchen. "Finish the chapter first, Leo. Don't make me come back and check on you again... unless you want me to."
"Like what?" Leo asked, his voice a bit breathier than he intended.
Leo sat at the kitchen table, his eyes darting between his textbook and the doorway. He could hear Elena humming in the next room. A moment later, she leaned against the doorframe, holding a glass of iced tea.
Leo cleared his throat, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "It’s just... a lot of dates to remember."
Her nephew, who is trying (and failing) to focus on his studies. The Text:
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"You’ve been on page forty-two for twenty minutes, Leo," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She walked over, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood, and leaned over his shoulder to look at the text. "Is the history of the industrial revolution really that captivating, or are you just daydreaming again?"
She straightened up, taking a slow sip of her drink while maintaining eye contact. "If you finish this section in the next ten minutes, I might just tell you that secret I’ve been keeping about your father’s college days. Or," she paused, tilting her head suggestively, "something even more interesting."
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