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She rolls her eyes but smiles as she walks away. I watch her go, her black hoodie swaying with every step. Gorgeous girl. Smart, funny, and the coach’s daughter. Just out of reach. Figures.

I lean against one of the shelves, letting myself breathe. The pain in my hand’s dulling, but I’m not in a rush to move. A book she left on the table catch my eye. It’s smaller than the others.Psychosexual Behaviors: A Study of Human Desirein bold black letters.

Interesting. I reach for it and flip it open.

The first page I land on talks about physical responses to stimuli. My eyes skim over phrases like “erogenous zones” and “sensory escalation.” Not exactly light reading, but interesting. Really interesting.

Is this what her new classes has her studying?

I glance over my shoulder like someone’s going to catch me, then flip another page. Diagrams. Graphs. Okay, this is wild.

My lips twitch into a grin. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I tuck the book under my arm. I head toward the checkout desk, nodding at the librarian as I slide the book across.

“Enjoy,” she says with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Book in hand, I’m halfway out the door when I spot Sienna again. She’s got her bag slung over her shoulder, her hips swaying as she walks.

I jog to catch up. “You left this book.”

Her brows knit together. “What book?”

I pull it out, letting her see it.

Her eyes go wide, and she lunges, snatching it from my hands.

I laugh, stepping back. “What, are you embarrassed? It’s just a book.”

“It’s not—” She cuts herself off, her cheeks flushing. “I just… It’s research.”

“Research for what?”

She tightens her grip on the book. “None of your business.”

“Now I’m really curious.” I smile, watching her squirm.

“Well, stay curious,” she snaps, turning on her heel to walk away.

I follow her. “Will you do something for me.”

She stops abruptly, spinning to face me. “What kind of something?”

The way she tilts her head, her lips slightly parted, has my brain going straight to the gutter. It would feel so good to push my cock straight through that pretty pout.

“Drive me home.”

Her face scrunches in confusion. “What? Why?”

I hold up my injured hand. “Messed it up earlier remember. Don’t wanna risk making it worse, and I live close. Easy favor.”

She eyes me suspiciously, weighing her options. Finally, she sighs. “Fine. Give me the keys.”

I bark out a laugh. “You won’t need ‘em. My car’s push-to-start.”

Her cheeks flush even darker, and she mutters something under her breath before turning away.

“See? This isn’t so bad,” I tease, falling into step beside her.