"As I expected, you don't remember," he trailed.
Ilyana tilted her head, her big eyes stared at him almost to his soul, "What do you mean?"
"You... taught me," Lev said, his cheeks reddening slightly. "You were the one who taught me what to do and how to please you. Everything, you are the one who had taught me the way to do it."
Now that she think about it, Ilyana recalled how this entire time Lev seemed to know what to do to please her. Where to touch, what kind of pace, and where to kiss. Her drunk self must have had some real fun, thought Ilyana to herself in her head, clenching her hands as some jealousy had filled her heart. No wonder he was so familiar with her body. She was the real trouble maker!
"Well that means I'm a good teacher."
