“What were you drawing?” I ask him. Carter cocks a questioning eyebrow and looks over at me. “Excuse me?” “In class. It looked like you were sketching something.” Amusement tugs at the corners of his lips. “Ellis, were you spying on me?” My face flushes faintly, but I refuse to be cowed right now, in relative safety. “I keep an eye on the predators in my immediate vicinity,” I inform him. “Likely story,” he replies with an effortless charm. “How’d you like the notes I took for you yesterday?” “Those were not notes. That was written porn.” “Erotica, then. Don’t be basic and pretend you don’t
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