![]() I glanced over at her paper-A, of course. “Looks like I have Raine to thank for this.” He looked between us, his eyes narrowed. Patel was in front of us, handing us our essays. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”īefore I could say anything else, Prof. Turning her head, I saw the anger disappear as her eyes met mine, wide and unsure. “Angry? Because you falsely accused me of stealing?” “Last night you told me you didn’t want me, and you were-never mind.” “Why are you here?” she hissed, all fired up despite her body’s reaction to me. But there’s something different.” I tugged gently at her hair before releasing it, not missing her shiver. Reaching out, I threaded a strand of her silky hair through my fingers. My gaze raked over her, and her breathing quickened. “Why are you here?” Her voice was annoyed, and it made me smile. I was aware of everything-her soft intake of breath as she saw who was in the seat next to her, the thump of her books as she slammed them down on the table, and the scent of caramel apples as she reluctantly sat next to me. ![]() ![]() ![]() I felt her enter the room before I saw her. ![]()
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