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I squint at him. “Don’t make this sexual.”
“You said it, not me.”
I whack him, and he laughs while I skirt around him to the next row of books. “There’sLord of the Ringsfantasy. And then there’s like C.S. Lewis fantasy. But I like the more…modern stuff.”
“Why did you say ‘modern’ like that?”
I furrow my brow. “Like what?”
“Like…for lack of a better word, in a sexy way.”
My body freezes just as I start pulling a book off the shelf.
Was I that obvious?
“Are you telling me I thought youwere reading fantasies about battles and mythical creatures, and you’re really reading them because–”
“Don’t. Say it.” I sigh.
Mason’s eyes narrow. He knows he’s on to something. And if I know Mason at all, he doesn’t start anything he can’t finish. He leans his arm against the bookshelf, inclines his head to the side, looking even taller than he already is. “Are you reading smutty books about orcs and shit?”
“Mason!”
He points at me, smirking. “You are!”
“There aren’t anyorcs,” I cry out. “Okay, there was thatonetime, but–”
Mason grins. “I knew it! Youorc fucker lover!”
“Shhh!”
I pray that old man at the front isn’t hearing this conversation. That would be mortifying.
I push my hands against Mason’s chest. “I’m not an orc fucker lover. That’s not even a thing, Mason!”
Trapping my hands against his chest, Mason leans toward me and whispers right in my face, almost into my mouth. “You’re so sexy when you’re embarrassed.”
I don’t have time to reply before his lips are on mine.
The force of the kiss presses me up against the bookshelf…and I don’t mind. Not at all.
His mouth is delicious, tastes like the remnants of the sweet milkshake from lunch.
It brings me back, all the way to the beginning. Five years ago, that first night we met. At the Lyons Night Club.
My friends are all dancing while I remain at the bar, a sad sack feeling sorry for myself with a gin and tonic, nearly empty.
Someone pops up beside me.
I catch him out of the corner of my eye.
Tall to a devastating degree. Chestnut brown hair, muscles bulging under his shirt.
I avoid looking at him because a guy like that would laugh in my face if he knew I was checking him out.
“Boring place, right?”
He’s…talking to me? I look over at him and notice his wry smile.
