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shift uncomfortably in my seat.
    Without me noticing, he’s leaned over the empty seat between us. “See something you like?” his deep, masculine voice asks in a malicious whisper. Those plump lips are now set in a hard line. Our eyes lock and hold one another’s for what feels like an eternity before I drop mine.
    My cheeks flush with embarrassment as realization sets in . I was just caught openly checking him out. Crap . Ignoring his question, I snap my attention back to the front of the lecture hall just as Professor Davidson ends my humiliation by dismissing us for the day.
    Haphazardly , I throw things in my messenger bag and hurry to escape, only to find the six-foot plus Adonis already blocking me in by leaning against the frame in a casual stance. I breathe out a sharp breath, partly in surprise and partly in nervousness.
    Shit , he’s even hotter standing up. He’s also abnormally fast. I look back and forth between our seats and the doorway, wondering how the hell he got down here so quickly. Eve, attempt to focus, I internally scold myself . I move toward the door. Not trusting my voice, I release the breath I’ve been holding and give him my ‘excuse me’ look.
    H e motions his hand to the door, encouraging me to walk through it. “After you,” he says, his smooth voice warming my cheeks again.
    I walk through the door, r olling my eyes at his dramatics and my lack of vocal control. Once outside, the fresh air hits me, clearing my head and offering relief from the embarrassing exchange.
    “No need to thank me . It’s truly my pleasure.” I hear his condescending voice come from behind me.
    I spin around in front of him, causing him to stop abruptly before walking into me. Not expecting my sudden movement, his hands grasp my upper arms to steady himself and prevent me from stumbling backwards. Heat pools on my skin where he touches it. Against my will, I close my eyes at his close proximity.
    His scent fills my senses. A heady, masculine combination of smoky wood and leather. I inhale and sway, slightly lightheaded from the whiff, which ignites warmth in my veins.
    The good-looking guy leans in closer and his lips softly brush my ear. His minty breath comes out in a cocky whisper, “Falling for me already?”
    This snaps me out of my daze. I look up and give him my best ‘what-the-hell’ look. He watches me for a second as confusion crosses his face then he releases my arms abrasively, as if I burned him.
    We study one another, waiting for the other to say something or make a move. Both of us are in a defiant stance with our arms crossed. I speak first, clearly a mistake.
    “What the hell is your problem?” I bark, narrowing my eyes.
    “The siren speaks,” he says , feigning awe. “I was beginning to question your familiarity with the English language.” One side of his mouth tilts into a smirk. It’s obvious he’s pleased with himself and his lame answer.
    “Charming,” I say , annoyed. “I happen to be well-versed with the English language.” 
    He places a long finger to his closed mouth in contemplation. “That’s astonishing, considering earlier, I caught you openly gawking at me.” Indigo eyes scan my face as he leans in and lowers his voice to a sensual tone.
    “ Pink lips parted, beautiful hazel eyes locked onto my chest, drooling as if I were a piece of chocolate.” He pauses for effect. “Yet not a single word flowed through that pretty, pouty mouth of yours,” blue eyes retorts, staring at my lips, waiting patiently for my response.
    I swallow . Between his scent and nearness, my body is overheating. “Shows how much you know. I prefer salty versus sweet,” I throw back at him, proud that my voice sounds strong.
    I t would be in my best interest to gather my dignity and just walk away. This infuriating guy is getting under my skin by distracting me with insults that appear to be compliments.
    He snorts and gives me an insolent smile. “Yeah, I can tell sweet isn’t