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Leo sat up under the sheets on his side, reading a book. His broad chest spanned a considerable portion of the bed. She might prefer her books digital, but there was something deliciously alluring about a guy in bed holding a worn copy of what was clearly his favorite book.
A tattooed. Hot. Professor. In her bed. Why did he have to be the one guy she couldn’t just say fuck it to and pounce on?
“The only evil scheme a cinnamon roll like you has is convincing someone to wait five minutes for a cup of bitter black coffee.”
More importantly, Becca felt alive. Fucking electric. This was what she was meant to do, always moving around to adjust, perfect, and problem-solve like a book-loving shark.
