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It takes me a few seconds to reply, seeing as I’m busy admiring how freaking wide his back is and how his arms look so strong.

Because they are strong.

I know.

I’ve been wrapped up in them.

Sighing, I tell him, “Yes, it’s exactly where I want it.” And then, when he turns to face me, I shake my head and add, “The strength difference between men and women is just unfair.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But you guys have many qualities we lack. You in particular, Sammie.”

“Me?” I cock my head. “Like what?”

“Well, for one thing.” His eyes travel down, then up my body, which makes me tingle, remembering his touch. When he reaches my face, he says, “You’re much better looking.”

He means me specifically, and that makes me blush. The fact that I’m still tingling from the lusty way he scanned my body isn’t helping. Not to mention, his arms are still all pumped up from lifting that bookshelf.

When he crosses them over his chest, without thinking, I blurt out, “Oh, please. You look like a damn Adonis standing there.”

Well, he does.

Now it’s his turn to blush.

Looking down, he says, “Thanks, Sammie.”

“It’s true,” I murmur.

God, would I love to walk over and kiss him right now. The worst part is, when he looks up and catches my gaze, I swear he’s thinking the same thing.

And probably much more.

Oh, if only…

An awkward beat passes, and then he clears his throat and says, “Hey, do you want me to stay and help you put these books away?” He waves his hand over the mess on the floor.

Ahh, now we’re back on track.

I actually could use the assistance, and okay, I don’t really want him to leave already, so I say, “That would be great.”

“So…” He glances around at the many piles of books. “Where should we start? Is there some sort of order you want them to go in?”

“Ha!” I laugh. “Is there ever. I’m very serious about my literature and how it’s displayed.”

“Okay, then.” He looks wary as to what he’s gotten into.

It’s actually endearing.

Yet another quality to make me like him more than I should.

And not as a freaking friend, damn it!

Ugh, stop it, Sammie.

I do, by focusing on my books. We get to work putting them back on the bookshelf, in order of course.

I explain how I have a romance section, a horror section, a mystery section, and some self-help books. Within each category, the books are grouped by author and collections.

After a short while, we’re almost done.

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