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“Sorry, what?” I flick the ash on arette

“You were reading during the gaenuinely curious and a little offended

“Tom Jones I have to finish it for my book club on Tuesday”

Wow Do I ever sound like a winner Heme while he was in the time-out box

“Fielding at a hockey game? Kind of cerebral with beer and violence, isn’t it?”

I blink as if I’ve been high beaht Alex knorote Tom Jones, and he’s used the word cerebral in the appropriate context I was right; he did get lehandedly obliteratedthe inferior intellect of hockey players—with one sentence In doing so, he’s becoo

“You’ve read Fielding?” I take a step closer My voice is low, as if I’ve switched into phone-sex operator mode

“I-I-I—”

It’s adorable He’s wearing an expression I’ed with fear I sport the same one when I inadvertently revealed hts I wouldsolitaire than out at a bar Hence the excessive beer consu crutch

“I think literacy is sexy,” I whisper

“Me, too” His dimples make an appearance

I have one of those rarecompletely out of character It’s so outside of my personal code of conduct that I’ll probably relive the incident over and over trying to figure out what flipped the switch For the ti, and his accurate literary references

I grab Waters by the shirt and pull his face to mine

His mouth is soft and warm The stubble on his chin scratches ue into his mouth Well, that’s not true I slide it across his botto the barely healed split, and he parts for me Soft, warm, and wet meet more soft, warm, and wet He tastes like chocolate and, more faintly, coffee liqueur

His hand runs a hot trail along es and heat, and I can feelholythere’s a ainst my stomach

After far too short a ti his lips across et out of here?”