I extend my legs and set my laptop and chemistry book on my thighs. They’re pretty thick thighs, if I do say so, like a nice little tabletop. It’s from treading water all day long. Oh, and I can’t forget those killer squats Coach makes us do. He’s a bit of a sadist, I think. I wonder if Theo is impressed. The women I’m with usually are, but what about this guy? What does he think when he looks at me? I glance up and see him standing across the small room, his eyes on me, the pencil tapping against his lips. Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me
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