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My lips stretch with a smile, but I squelch it quickly before he thinks it’s that easy to console me. “I told you I didn’t want people at school to find out about us.”
“They will not. I was discreet on my way here.” His eyes remain on me. “I am also aware that you do not share this class with any of your fellow music majors who are more likely to know and understand who I am.”
I narrow my eyes playfully. “Fine. I’ll allow it.Today.”
He smiles.
Straightening my shoulders, I try to focus on the lecture, but it’s practically impossible. Sazuki is rubbing his thumb over the back of my knuckles. Our legs are pressing against each other, from thigh to ankles.
He’s a grumpy, pushy, mysterious jerkhead sometimes, but he’s here. And he’s unbelievably gorgeous. And I’m so tired of giving him the cold shoulder.
My eyes dart to the clock.
The lecturer is still talking.
When will this class end?
I try to shove my thoughts back in order and away from the hunk next to me, but I fail. By the time the class is over, I have no idea what the lesson was about.
“Come on.” I tug on Sazuki’s arm.
He points behind him when I take him to the back exit. “Why are we not going that way?”
“You didn’t bring your bodyguards this time, right?” I arch a brow.
“They are more like a public appearance protection team.”
“Either way, I can’t protect you if we get mobbed. Better to avoid the main path than take any chances.”
His long legs eat up the steps as we run away. “In such a situation, I would be the one protecting you.”
“Is now really the time to argue with me?” I lead him into the hall and look both ways.
He stops me by tugging on my hand. “Why were you upset with me this morning?”
“I…”
A group of students turn the corner and walk past us. They give us funny stares. Dressed up in his white shirt and trousers, Sazuki looks like a lecturer or a special guest. In contrast, I’m wearing jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers. Not only do I look younger than him, but I look a lot less put-together.
They’re probably thinking the worst.
I drop my hand and step back.
Sazuki frowns at me and takes my hand again.
I hiss, “Sazuki.”
He links our fingers and holds on tight so I can’t get away no matter how hard I tug.
“You were about to say something,” he insists.
I duck my head. “Not here.”
“Where then?”
My gaze strays to the students who are beginning to flood the hallway. “The library. Let’s go to the library.”
We dash into the building, taking the less crowded path. The librarians all stare in fascination when Sazuki walks in. It’s usually quiet in the library, but it gets so silent I could hear a pin drop.
