Dear Wes, let's skip pleasantries.
I'm not going to med school a virgin.
I want to learn everything, and I want you to teach me.

I've looked at all the men in my life, made a list of pros and cons, found you the most suitable. Sure, a lot of that was your gorgeous blue eyes and your charming smile. The strong arms and the tattooed torso don't hurt either.
I swear, I don't have a thing for bad boys. Just you.
There's no way in hell I'm ever sending this. I can't believe I'm even writing it.
But, god, I really, really do want to study under you.
Is that too formal?
How am I supposed to phrase this?
Wes, please, teach me how to fuck?
I promise I'll study hard.
I'm an excellent student.
And, well, I'm pretty sure I don't need to spell out why this is win/win.
- Quinn

*a complete standalone*