Despite his sudden awe at her presence, Sophie's reluctant demeanor wasn't lost on Kevin. It was discouraging, but he gave a deep breath (one he realized, too late, was probably audible) and waited as she came closer, trying not to stare too blatantly at her shapely legs as they made her skirt swish like a curtain hiding restless performers backstage. He unbuttoned the top button of his plaid flannel shirt and another breath escaped.
As she explained her timid goal for the sessions, it did nothing for Kevin's discouragement, and there was even a bit of resentment in there, too. She was clearly just trying to coast by, and had no intention of paying him the attention he was giving her. Not that he had any plans today, or ever, honestly, but he was using his freetime to help her out, and she was acting like this was all a waste of her own. …show more content…
"We just gotta make sure you've got a good understanding of the basics, and you ought to be fine."
"What now?" she had asked, and in response, he turned the textbook around so that she could see the pages rightside up.
"Let's start with Transcendentalism," he said.
And the next forty-five minutes seemed to melt away. Maybe it was that he had to do most of the talking, or that he found Literature to be so natural, but confidence slowly crept in him as the session began to progress. He wasn't stammering as much, his voice had a sureness to it, and he even worked up the courage to move his chair close to hers so that they could both get a more convenient view of the text book.
"So," he said eventually, having lost track of time, "You doing okay so
As she explained her timid goal for the sessions, it did nothing for Kevin's discouragement, and there was even a bit of resentment in there, too. She was clearly just trying to coast by, and had no intention of paying him the attention he was giving her. Not that he had any plans today, or ever, honestly, but he was using his freetime to help her out, and she was acting like this was all a waste of her own. …show more content…
"We just gotta make sure you've got a good understanding of the basics, and you ought to be fine."
"What now?" she had asked, and in response, he turned the textbook around so that she could see the pages rightside up.
"Let's start with Transcendentalism," he said.
And the next forty-five minutes seemed to melt away. Maybe it was that he had to do most of the talking, or that he found Literature to be so natural, but confidence slowly crept in him as the session began to progress. He wasn't stammering as much, his voice had a sureness to it, and he even worked up the courage to move his chair close to hers so that they could both get a more convenient view of the text book.
"So," he said eventually, having lost track of time, "You doing okay so