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Which is near impossible to do, by the way.
Especially after that kiss.
They say Adam and Eve got kicked out of the garden after they knew they were naked. I get it. There’s no going back after you discover something forbidden. Once you know, it can never beunknown. It can only be buried. Suppressed. Chained in the darkest caverns of your desire.
And nowIknow.
I know what Yaya’s skin feels like—soft, sweet, inviting.
I’ve inhaled her perfume.
And now that very fragrance is filling the car, trapping me in a euphoric gas chamber.
She’s changed back to what she was wearing earlier. Light blue jeans that hug her waist and flare at the bottom. A vintage T-shirt tied into a knot just above her belly button.
Don’t get caught looking, Dare.
Just one more peek.
The soft flutter of her eyelashes nudges at me.
I swallow down another ‘wow’. This woman is so beautiful it’s almost terrifying.
My timer buzzes.
Time to swipe the page.
Gotta look busy so Yaya thinks I’m really working.
“Sir,” Mosely says, “are you sure it’s the best idea to bring Miss Williams to Talia’s parent-teacher meeting?”
The fact that he’s asking right in front of Yaya annoys me for some reason that I can’t put my finger on.
“I asked Jenny to be there. She should be able to communicate effectively,” I answer.
“You know as well as I do that Ms. Talia… has been in a mood.”
My lips clamp together.
I glance at Yaya.
She was watching me intently but, when she notices me looking her way, she quickly glances back at the window.
A sigh builds in my chest. From the moment we got into the car, she was observing me. Watching to see if I’d be all over her after that kiss. Watching to see if I’d be different. Make it weird. Make her uncomfortable.
I haven’t done a thing.
I’ve just been staring at the tablet and trying to act like everything is normal.
It’s not.
And with my brain all scrambled, I can’t even think about how to handle Talia and this school meeting.
“Mosely, can you play some music?”
His eyebrows hike and he flicks me a concerned look via the rearview mirror. “Sir?”
I don’t repeat myself.
