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Maybe it wouldn’t have killed me to loosen up every once in a while to enjoy myself.
At least there’s something I can do about that now. Especially with the knowledge I gained from spending so much time here in this library.
“We need booze to play?” I ask.
“If we want to be official.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Don’t tell me you’re carrying a flask.”
“No, I’m not that cool.” I wait for him to say I’m nowhere close to cool. But he doesn’t take the bait. “But I do have an idea.”
“Should I be scared or excited?”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Oh, if I were you, I’d be afraid. Very, very afraid.”
SEVEN
ZACK
Holding back giggles like a pair of teenagers, Samantha and I tiptoe toward the small classroom that’s tucked away in the library. I always thought it was a strange placement for a classroom. Especially because the only way in was through the library.
“You know, you’re pretty lucky,” I stage whisper.
“Why’s that?” she stage whispers back.
“Because I’m letting you hang out on my side of the library without making you give me more time on your side.”
“Desperate times…” She shakes her head. “I suppose there isn’t much point in keeping those boundaries in place anymore. Is there?”
I can think of a few other boundaries I wouldn’t mind seeing going away tonight as well. But after the way she pulled away from me earlier, it’s probably best that goes unmentioned. She clearly didn’t want to kiss me, and I have to respect that.
No matter how much I might like to ask her to reconsider.
“No,” I whisper. “There isn’t.”
Samantha opens her mouth and promptly closes it. Pausing at the doorway to the classroom, she cocks her head to the side and studies me. “Why are we whispering?”
I start to frown, but end up bursting into laughter. “I don’t know. I guess it feels like we’re doing something naughty. And we’re about to get caught.”
“If only, right?”
“Yeah, right.” Only, as I say it, I’m not sure I mean it. Strange as it sounds, I’m having a really good time with Samantha.
Clearing my throat, I flip on the classroom’s light switch.
“Do they ever even have any class in here?” I ask at a regular volume.
“Of course.”
“Which one?”
“Research methods.”
I make an O-shape with my mouth. “That would explain why I never had a class here.”
“That would do it.” Samantha clicks her tongue at me in mock dismay. “If you’d taken the class, then you would’ve known about this.”
“About what?”
“Mrs. Winters’s secret stash.”
