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“Is here okay?” I ask Nico We’re only steps out the door, but already at the edge of the grass

Nico doesn’t say anything, but sits and pats the ground beside him for me to join, like I wasn’t already about to

I get set to read over the paper, but Nico’s hand comes down to cover it and I look to him with a frown

He quirks a dark brow

“What?”

“Can’t ask your own questions, things you ht be curious about?”

“Who says I’?”

His jaw tics, and after a few seconds of silence, Nico snatches the paper fro it in his own

I gape at him “What’s your problem?”

His gaze narrows “Let’s do this a little different, yeah?”

“Different how?”

“Mr B said it’s abouthis lips “So, tell me, D What do you see when you look at me?”

“I” I start, but quickly trail off

What do I see?

I look from his hair, shaved at the side, perfect littlelashes He’s wearing a plain t-shirt, nothing fancy, and no sleeves – to show off his ar but clear evidence of the weight training class the teahten, beco more prominent when he moves them around He wears perfectly fitted jeans – not skinny but not baggy, and his shoes always match his shirt in some way

My eyes roain to equate his perfection to my own body I’ve always been comfortable in my own skin, but more and more ress’

“D”

My stare pulls back to Nico, who observes me with unreadable eyes

“Why do you think he paired us together?” I blurt out

His frown is quick

“Look at these other partners, I’d bet they’ve never spoken to each other Me and you, though?”

Nico silance away

Way to put yourself on the playboy’s level, Demi

“Look at me” His voice is an easy command

I do, and disapproval stares back “Why you co yourself?”

“I wasn’t,” I deny too quickly