With all my books and pens back in my bag, he stood as he handed it back to me. “It’s okay.” That crooked grin spread, revealing a dimple in his left cheek, but nothing on the right side, though. “I’m used to having girls throw themselves at me.” I blinked, thinking I hadn’t heard the blue-eyed babe right, because surely he hadn’t said something as lame as that. He had and he wasn’t done. “Trying to jump on my back is new, though. Kind of liked it.” Feeling my cheeks burn, I snapped out of it. “I wasn’t trying to jump on your back or throw myself at you.” “You weren’t?” The lopsided grin
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