POV: Kimberly"You don’t know me, Cassie, you haven't asked why I wanted to come," I said."I figured you'd tell me if you wanted to." He smiles. "And I know you more than you think. I know that you sit on the third floor of the library, by the left window. You finish your coffee before the ice melts, and you always carry an extra pen in case someone forgets theirs." He analysed. I turned to face him, surprised."That's creepy.""No it’s not. You can I have been paying attention." He corrects me, sounding mysteriously sexy in my ears."Stop thinking about me, it’s making me hard,” he whispered to me, and I laughed with my head tipped back, a real laugh, the kind I hadn't had in months.When I looked up, he was watching me like I was the only person in the room. For two years, I had begged for a look like that."You're staring," I said."You're beautiful when you forget to be careful." He confessed. I had no clever reply, my stomach flipped as he leaned and kissed me again, his hand r
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