Page 147 of Bookworm

Part of me thought I might've been hearing things, so I said, "Can you repeat that?"

"Yeah, Kent, I'll kiss you."

He leaned forward, and my breath hitched.

"Did you mean right now?"

I shook my head. "No um, not now."

"When and where?" he asked.

"I was thinking we could do it at the library over the weekend," I said still feeling breathless."We need to record it."

"I've got work, but I'll come by after."

The song ended, and he took a step back, though his intense eyes stayed on me.

"Red t-shirt'sstill looking this way," he said. "Feels like I need toclaim you or something, so he'll back off."

A laugh escaped my lips. "So, you did read some of the books I recommended. Also, that's not necessary. Mainly becauseone, this isn't a paranormal romance, and you're not my mate,Stryker. Two,I think this guy is a figment of your imagination."

"You're the one who made me read those books," he said.

"Technically, you had a choice."

"But you're the one who got me hooked."

I shrugged. "You're welcome?"

Bo shook his head.

"Even if the guy was real, I think our slow dance plus that scowl of yours got the message across," I said.

"Still," he murmured, "just in case."

Before I could respond, Bo's lips were pressed against my forehead, making my knees go weak and my eyelids flutter closed. His hands cradled my cheeks, strong yet gentle. If there was a sweeter kiss in all the world, I didn't know it. And I'd read tons of them.

Even after he pulled back, it took me a second to open my eyes.

"You good?" he asked.

"Y-yeah," I said, "I think I should get home though. My dad will worry."

"Okay, I'll walk you out and get a ride from Shin," he said.

My brow pinched. "Sure you don't want me to take you?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he said. "You?"

Besides all the hearts I saw floating around Bo's head after that kiss and my liquid-limbed state?

"I'm awesome," I said.

Bo made good on his promise and walked me to my car. He even waited for me to drive away before going back inside. All night, I thought about him. In my dreams, we danced to an endless playlist of songs, never getting tired of being in each other's arms.

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Saturday morning, I was at the library, trying not to watch the door like a hawk.

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