His Naughty Lessons

** Harper **

At the end of the night, Harper thought that she might as well have died of embarrassment.

There actually weren't that many love scenes in the movie, only three. But each of them was different and gave off a whole gamut of feels together. The first one was wild and passionate. The second one, which she missed a good portion of but somehow still remembered clearly, was tender and shimmering with sparks of real emotions. And the third, near the end of the story where the spy had to complete her mission and kill the general, was full of unspoken angst. If Harper was watching this with some heart and a clear head, she'd probably even agree with Eli that these scenes were superbly done, and that there was indeed much to be learned from them.

But how could she have either the heart or a clear head, sitting in that intimate theater box with Eli all night?

If not for Eli's convenient timing for making his drinks, if not for the lucky fact that both of the later love scenes coincided with his trips to the mini bar, Harper wasn't sure if she could make it. She also wasn't sure if he was intentionally doing it for her sake ... Did he somehow notice her flushed face and evasive glances? Did he somehow figure out that she was actually far from experienced when it came to movies like this?

She tried not to think too much about those questions, in case the answers would necessitate digging a hole in the ground and burying herself in shame. But they bugged her the entire night nonetheless. Kept bugging her on her way home, and kept bugging her as she tossed and turned in bed. When Sunday rolled around, the same thoughts were still stuck in her head.

In utter frustration, she grabbed her phone and decided to text the first contact she saw:

[ Hey Chelsea, I could really use a drink. Got time today? ]

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