Page 38 of The Wrong Quarterback

My eyes widened when I finally looked at her. What was she wearing? It was like a scrap of cloth. I’m surprised nipples weren’t showing. She either had a fetish for the library, or she’d known I was in here and purposely showed up.

And then she put her hand on my shoulder.

I immediately stiffened and grabbed her wrist, pushing it off of me. “If you ever touch me again, I’m going to make sure that the whole campus knows what happened that night. Do you understand?”

Her eyes went wide, her lips doing a fake trembling thing.Fuck, this was probably turning her on.

“That was just a misunderstanding. I tried to tell you that,” she cried.

Before I could respond, Casey came back, her body language stiff and cold as she sat down in her chair, intentionally scooting it over this time so there was space between us.

Fuck. Now I was even more furious.

“Go bother someone else, McKenzie,” I said loudly, and she immediately dropped her little act, her cheeks growing red.

“Parker—”

“Now,” I growled. Casey shifted in her seat at my tone.Don’t worry, baby, I’d never use that tone on you, I wanted to tell her.

I turned my head toward Casey, and McKenzie stayed there for another few seconds before realizing she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from me. She left with a huff, and the air in the library felt immediately less toxic.

Casey was studying my assignments, her pencil scratching against the paper as she fixed the mistakes. I scooted my chair toward her, erasing the space she’d put between us.

“Sorry about that,” I told her, leaning in again, this time letting my hand rest on the table so our pinkies touched.

“I imagine that happens a lot,” she murmured, still not looking at me—but she didn’t move her hand.

“I have no interest unless?—”

I let the sentence hover, and she finally glanced at me. “Unless what?”

“Unless it’s from you,” I told her meaningfully.

She snorted, and I grinned.

“None of that…nonsenseduring our sessions, Parker Davis,” she muttered, her cheeks on fire again.

“It’s notnonsense, but I like that you didn’t outlaw itoutsideof our sessions,” I purred, hooking my pinky with hers.

She stared at where our fingers were intertwined for a good thirty seconds before she finally shook her head and yanked her hand away before loudly starting to explain one of the concepts I’d gotten wrong.

I laughed and then pretended to be absorbing what she was teaching me while I lusted after the sound of her voice.

“Thanks for helping me out with this,” I said when she’d finally taken a breath. My voice was low, like I was confiding in her. “You’re pretty good at this.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to mine. “Thanks.”

Her blush deepened again, and I could tell she wasn’t used to compliments. Every time I complimented her, every time I touched her, it was like she didn’t know how to react.

I frowned. How was that possible? The whole world should be falling at the feet of this beautiful, talented, fuckingincrediblegirl.

“Do you think you can try it now?” she asked in a choked voice, pointing to a problem she’d just gone over.

I nodded and reached across her, again letting my fingers graze hers for just a second. She jolted in her seat, but didn’t say anything.

“Relax, Casey,” I said, smiling softly. “You don’t have to be so tense. It’s just tutoring.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, she nodded, watching while I did the problem exactly correct. Her smile was blinding when she glanced over what I’d done.

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