Page 138 of Trigger

“Are you alright?”

My face warmed. Goddammit. What was I? A fifteen-year-old girl?

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled widely as if my answer surprised him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I replied, taking off my glasses.

He grinned. “You look sexy in those.”

“Shut up,” I murmured, looking around. “Someone will hear.”

“What will they hear?”

“You, talking gibberish.”

“It’s not gibberish.”

Change the subject.

“How are you?” I asked him, sizing him up.Don’t ogle him.“How are things on your end?”

Fuck it, ogle him. He looks amazing.

“They’re looking up now that you’re back,” he replied brazenly,tilting his chin in a way that left no room for doubt.

“Don’t tell me you missed me,” I said, hoping it would soundmocking when it was more my need to know.

“I did,” he deadpanned. “Did you miss me?”

I lowered my gaze and nodded because I didn’t want to lie.

“Yeah?” Tye said, and I could hear him smile.

When I wouldn’t look at him, he hooked his ankle around my chairand pulled me toward him.

“Stop that,” I growled, lowering my gaze when we got some unwantedattention.

He chuckled and leaned toward me, bringing heat with him.

“Will I see you tonight?”

Flashes of the night we spent together almost rendered mespeechless, so I pushed them away.

“Dunno,” I muttered, fiddling with my glasses so I wouldn’t haveto look at him.

“You do know,” he countered.

When I remained silent, he bit his lip and looked at me under hislashes.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night.”

My dick twitched at the mere mention ofthatnight.

When Shelly called him, he left, while I thanked my lucky stars.

Squash that attraction into nonexistence.

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