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“I like that you’re looking at me,” he murmurs.

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Hope

“You read spicy books?”

I hide my face in my arms that are hugging my knees that are pressed up to my chest.

Just like he said, after school Heath took me to his secret spot.

“No,” my reply comes out weak and muffled, opposite of what I intended.

“It fucking seems like it,” Heath remarks in a witty tone that says he won’t let me off the hook so easily.

“There’s romance.”

“And sex.”

My stomach rolls in a wave of heat that shouldn’t come from him saying the word ‘sex.’

Of all the fake scenarios in life, I never expected him to read my book—specifically the one with explicit scenes. I should’ve been more careful with hiding them.

My torment doesn’t end. “Here I thought you were fucking innocent.”

I peek at him through the little gap between my arms. “Everyone knows that kinda stuff.”

Heath smirks as he looks down at me. “Youmore than the others.”

He isn’t going to let it go.

I groan. “Will you stop?”

“Why? Am I making you wet, Rose?”

I swat his arm. “Stop it.”

He chuckles. “Fine.”

“What’s your middle name?” I ask.

“James.”

I smile hard. “If only your name was Jack. We would be Jack and Rose.”

“Then we’d be doomed.”

I gasp in utter shock. “You’ve watched it?”

“Who hasn’t?” Heath arches an eyebrow.

“I haven't.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

I shake my head.

“Fuck!”

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