MONICA The supervising professor, some old sub who clearly didn’t care, had already dozed off at his desk with his head tilted back and mouth half open. The man was gone, completely lost to the world, snoring faintly like a dying engine. “Wow,” Gabriel said quietly. “Guess we’re really under strict supervision.” “Don’t get any ideas,” I said without looking up. “Who, me? Never.” His tone dripped with mock innocence and I couldn’t help it, I smirked. Just a little. He caught it instantly. “Was that a smile?” “No.” “It was definitely a smile.” “It was a twitch.” “Sure,” he said, grinning. “A very happy twitch.” I sighed, trying not to laugh. “You’re impossible.” He rested his chin on his hand, studying me. “You know, you should do that more.” “Do what?” “Smile. It suits you.” My chest did this annoying flutter thing that I immediately ignored. “You should try shutting up more,” I shot back. He laughed again, and I found myself biting back a smile. It was ri
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