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I quirk an eyebrow. “Another celebratory dinner? Don’t you think you might be jumping the gun? What if you don’t win?”

West scoffs. “Dinner is not anif we winthing. It’s anI want to do it either waything. Not a celebratory dinner. A normal dinner. Just you and me.”

My heart takes off again, pounding out an unsteady rhythm as I stare into his deep brown eyes. “Okay,” I croak. “Yeah. We can do that.”

His smile makes my stomach do insane things. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive this crush.

Chapter 11

Weston

Professor Sinclair drops yet another passing test in front of me. “I’m glad things with Darcy are working out well for you.”

My stomach does the little excited flip it always seems to do these days when someone mentions Darcy. “Yes, sir. He’s been amazing.”

Professor Sinclair nods with a small smile. “He’s excellent at what he does,” he says before moving down the row.

He’s not wrong. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen anything Darcyisn’tgood at.

I’m not sure what switched in my mind, but something about him sleeping tucked against me… awakened something. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. It was like a pull toward him, and I stood no chance.

His skin was soft. Much softer than I think I anticipated. And he has this little smattering of freckles across his nose that are really tooadorable for words. At this point, I can’t even claim that he’sobjectivelyattractive.

Heisattractive. I’m attractedtohim. It’s a new experience for me—not one I’ve had before where another man is concerned, but I can’t really say I’m upset about it. I guess maybe I should be. Or could be.

It’s just… he’sDarcy.He’s sassy and intelligent and thoughtful. He learned football for the sole purpose of making it easier for me to learn history. And it’sworking.I’ve passed every quiz and test since we started our tutoring sessions. At this rate, I’ll have no issues passing my midterm. My final, even, for that matter.

I keep thinking about kissing him.

Not in a fleeting way, but in a knocks me in the chest and steals my breath way. It’s visceral. It took all of my self-control not to at the coffee shop. If we had been alone? I might have. Not that I care about kissing him in public. I think I’d probably kiss him anywhere, but I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Plus, I don’t even know if helikesme. It would be rude to make assumptions. I’ve already crossed the line once when I was touching his lip.

Maybe I should be freaking out about it. It’s not every day that you wake up with a man pressed against your body that way, but I’m not. I can’t even bring myself to be concerned with what other people will think.

Ilikehim. I like the way he laughs, and the look on his face when he’s concentrating hard on something. I like the way he bites his lower lip when he’s trying to hold back a sarcastic remark. The way he blushes and gets flustered when I flirt with him. Which I realize I’ve been doing for a while. I think my body and subconscious knew long before my conscious mind caught up and got with the program.

And now all I can think about is how it’s only a couple more days until my first game of the season. Knowing that he’s going to be in the stands watching is a whole different type of feeling. Knowing that I get to take him to dinner afterward? I’m entirely too excited.

When class is over, I gather all my stuff, and as soon as I walk into the front door of my place, I sit down and text Darcy.

Me

Passed again.

Darcy

Omg! I knew you would. You’re picking up the information like it’s nothing. :)

Me

Yeah, yeah. You told me.

I can’t stop smiling at my phone. I love talking to him.

Me

I have a question.

Darcy

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