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George's POV

When gus had gone I was left with a strange combination of feelings and emotions I didn't exactly know what to do with.

Part of me felt star-struck, hopeful for the future almost, and a tiny bit horny. And the other part of me felt stupid, and Nieve  and anxious. He was being paid to look after me after all, I'm basically an adult who's parents and psychologist don't trust to be alone with out a babysitter.
And that shit was fucking with my head.
I picked up my notebook and began to draw some stuff with my crayons.
It's kinda embarrassing but I am a little, and I think gus has found that out.
I drew a picture of him standing beside me holding my hand, a picture of us at the park, him pushing me on the swings, and...a picture of us doing some not so cute things-

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