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“So, I have you down for the standard courses—English Lit, Calculus, US History, and Study Hall. Have you taken any AP classes before?” he asks, continuing his clicking.
“Uh. No. Wasn’t exactly encouraged at my old school.”
He furrows his brows, clearly not understanding where I come from. “Okay. Well, um, in addition to AP Chemistry, I’m also takin’ AP Environmental Science. And then my two electives are also science courses—Oceanography and Astronomy. But honestly, they’re fun and easy.”
“Shit. You really like science, huh?”Fuck. Why couldn’t he be into pottery or photography? Anything butfourfucking science classes. And no Gym? What the hell is that about?
He chuckles and blushes slightly, smoothing his already perfect hair back and peering at me from the corner of his eye. “I told you that you should pick your own classes. What you’re actually interested in.”
But then I would have no one to help me pass those classes, dear Lincoln.
Really though, it’s not just that. I want to see him tomorrow, the day after that, and every day for the foreseeable future. I’ve set my sights on him, and there’s no stopping these new and exhilarating feelings fluttering through me.
But I have to ask, “Why no Gym? And dude, those aren’t even electives.”
He finally turns to me, our lips once again inches apart. “They are to me. Science is what I’m interested in. And for now, I’m allowed to embrace that and choose my own courses.”
Allowed? What the fuck does that mean?
I don’t ask, of course. I think I’ve invaded his life enough for our first meeting. There will be plenty of opportunities to dig a little deeper later.
“As for Gym, it’s only a two-year requirement,” he states matter of factly.
“But it’s easy and fun.”
“Not for me. It was torture, and I won’t put myself through that when it’s not needed. I got my credits and moved on.” His bewitching eyes glow with an emotion I can’t quite name as they bore directly into mine—intense as fuck.
I open my mouth to ask, but he cuts me off. “Don’t. Please.”
That’s all he says. Two words. But the feeling behind them stops me in my tracks. I nod, mentally adding that comment to the growing list of questions I have about what the fuck is going on under his perfectly put-together, handsome-as-fuck exterior.
I face the computer again. “Sign me up, Preppy.”
You’d think four science classes would stop my crazy plan to win Lincoln Anderson over. To bring him out of his shell. Shake him up a bit. Do something a little reckless and fun. But it won’t—I’m determined. And I’m going to flip his life upside down.
I think I have my first boy crush.
CHAPTERFIVE
LINC
“Registration complete,” I say, shutting the computer down and standing up. I arch my back after sitting hunched over on half a chair for the past thirty minutes. I reach back and massage my sore shoulders with one hand.
“Here. Let me.” Remi stands up and approaches me from behind, his combat boots rattling with each step. He gently brushes my hand aside, and I freeze at the feel of his strong hands on my shoulders, squeezing and kneading.
He’s not much taller than my five-foot-eleven height—maybe just an inch or two. But heisa lot broader and stronger. And his fingers are loosening the knots that have been bothering me lately. I’m too stressed, but there’s nothing I can do to change that.
Remi hits a particularly good spot, and I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. I close my eyes and drop my head forward, lost in the moment, as he continues to rub my shoulders. I’m putty in his hands while he gives me the best massage of my life here in the guidance counselor’s spare room.
“You’re really tense. You need to relax, loosen up a bit.”
Impossible, but I don’t tell him that.
He digs his thumbs into the space between my spine and shoulder blades, and I moan again, practically going limp. It feels incredible.
Remi’s raspy laugh pulls me back to the present, and I clear my throat, stepping away from him and feeling a little embarrassed that I let my new friend give me a back massage.
“Um. Are you ready for your tour now?” I don’t turn around. I can’t look at him. I’m sure my cheeks are bright red. And there’s also the minor inconvenience of a boner currently tenting the front of my pants.
