![]() ![]() Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating. My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses-kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. You look like you need one,” he finishes quietly.Ī long exhalation comes from me as I tuck the number in my purse. You never know, he might just be a good friend. He grabs a Post-it from his desk, scribbles on it, and hands it over to me. ![]() He cocks his head, his face growing serious as he studies me. He met my parents when they came to visit me one year and had us all over for a cookout. Did I mention medical school already? Mike is very, very handsome. I’ll take care of updating your schedule. Rumor is you need special pull-or you have to be an athlete.” No pillow required.”Ī tingle of excitement hits. “I’m thinking you need a humanity elective. He glances down at the paper and taps his chin. ![]()
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