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He shrugs. “Guess you’ll never know.”
I glance at the computer. “Did you retype some of it?”
“All of it.”
“What! How?”
“Used dictation.” He shrugs. “Went faster. Finished it while you were messing up your neck.”
“We might not flunk after all.”
He meets my eyes, my chest tightens, not from the deadline but from him. “Told you we could do it.”
“Guess you did.” I stretch and force myself to stand. My joints pop in protest. “Guess I’ll go before you lecture me on posture or hydration or some other deeply sexy topic.”
Our eyes lock, and for a second, neither of us moves. Something raw and reckless tightens in my chest.
I don’t breathe. I don’t move.
He leans in just a little. A flicker of need darkens his eyes. If he moved another inch, if I tilted my chin?—
But he stops. Blinks.
“You should go,” he says, voice rough.
I nod, pulse sprinting. “Right. Coffee. Sleep.”
Drew’s eyes follow me as I gather my things. Our hands brush again. This time, neither one of us pulls away.
“I’ll walk you home.”
I shake my head. “I can take care of myself.”
“No doubt you can, but it’s late.”
“I’m a big girl.”
He shakes his head. “You really are trouble.”
“With a capital T.” I wink and scoot to the door. I look back at him. There’s something unreadable in his expression, even to me.
I pull his hoodie tighter. “Don’t fall in love with me, Klaas.”
I don’t wait for his response as I leave.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Drew
I watch the door close behind her. “Don’t fall in love with me, Klaas.”The words linger in the empty lab, sharp and heavy, like she knows exactly how my brain’s been orbiting her for weeks. I shove my notes into my backpack, power down the computer, and follow. Not because I’m worried. Not because those words left me rattled. Just because it’s after midnight, and campus is a place for anyone to walk alone.
The hallway stretches empty ahead of me. I can hear her footsteps echoing ahead, moving toward the elevator. I don’t call out. Don’t rush to catch up. Just maintain enough distance to make sure she gets there safely.
Don’t fall in love with me.I almost laugh. As if I have any control over that. As if I haven’t been losing this exact fight since the first day she took me to that bathroom and gave me the worst, but most determined, blowjob of my life.
When I reach the corner, I watch her step into the elevator. She doesn’t notice me tucked in the shadows. Good. The last thing I need is her thinking I’m some creep lurking around campus in the middle of the night.
The doors close. I wait until the display blinks, showing the elevator descent, then pull out my phone.
