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practice when his hair was still damp from the shower. All I could think of for the first fifteen minutes was how the rest of his body looked wet, drops of water dripping across every muscle and hard ridge. Owen was the first man I had dreams of licking while I was still awake.
    Today, he smelled so freaking delicious. I didn’t know if it was the soap he used, cologne, or just him. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in until he filled my senses. Little by little, this boy was making me lose my damn mind. I was the girl I’d never wanted to become, the one who lost brain cells at the same rate her hormones surged.
    Owen never needed much help at all. We went over the assignments together but he never had more than a question or two, so we both finished quickly. We spent the rest of our time together chatting about nothing. I should have pointed out to him a while ago he didn’t need my help, or suggest we only meet once per week.
    But I didn’t. I looked forward to every second I spent with him, and it was a huge flashing danger sign.
    “Nervous about the game Saturday?” What else could I ask Owen to make him forget what he just asked me?
    He smirked and gave me a sideways glance. “Nah, Hudson U really isn’t the team to beat this year. I’m more worried about the midterm next week.”
    I leaned back and narrowed my eyes. “You are a mystery, Owen. The first hockey player I’ve ever met who cares more about his accounting class than the ice.”
    “An enigma trapped in a riddle.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I nudged his shoulder. His very hard shoulder. I wished my dorm had a bathtub so I could sit up to my neck in ice. Cold showers after our study dates weren’t doing a damn thing.
    “I know what I’m doing on the ice. This stuff, not so sure.”
    “Come on , you don’t need my help at all. You know what you’re doing. We probably don’t even need to meet anymore after the midterm.” I closed my notebook and shoved it back into my bag. My stomach sank as I waited for his reply. I’d fade into the background of the horde of girls that panted over him, but it was for the best. I hated the shit out of it, but the best all the same.
    “Nuh-uh. No way, City. You’re not leavin’ me now. I’m too used to your face. The sexy way you order ‘cawfee’ has me hooked.” I kicked Owen under the table and he snickered back at me.
    “That’s why you were laughing at me before, wasn’t it? I do not sound like that,” I huffed as I straightened in my chair. The scowl on my face made Owen laugh even harder.
    “Oh, yes you do. From the first time you told me ‘whateva’ I knew I’d never get enough.” He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders. My head spun from being this close to him. “Say it, Bella. Tell me to kiss your ass,” Owen crooned in my ear. His lips grazed my cheek, causing a shiver down my spine. I pulled back and turned my gaze to his. The smile faded from his face as his green eyes darkened. The air whooshed out of my lungs when his lip grazed his bottom teeth. I wanted that lip—both of them.
    I sat back and did my best to look annoyed rather than turned on, but I was sure my shaking hands and uneasy smile gave me away.
    Owen stared down at his coffee, almost as if he was trying to think of what to say. Did he want to kiss me as much as I wanted him to? Yeah, right. My mind was tired and playing cruel tricks on me.
    I took a deep breath and rose from my seat. “I’d better go. I have another study session. I’ll probably need another ‘cawfee’ on the way over to stay awake.” I made sure to exaggerate the word as I gazed back at Owen.
    Owen slapped his hand on the table with a satisfied smile. “There she is. Don’t ever change, City. And you and me. Out. After midterms. You pick the day.” There was that smile again, the one that had me feeling for my panties as I walked away to make sure they didn’t drop to the floor. Guys like Owen needed to