I should’ve taken Magnus’s cue and walked out when he did. On the upside, Wyatt’s way-too-detailed account managed to take my mind off other things. However, I would never eat another banana.
My mood picked up until I walked into the library and was met with Reese’s smile. Almost instantly, those strange sensations came flooding back. Though this time they were a little different. It was more like a pull than residual dream effects. As if there were an invisible force flipping in my stomach every time Reese looked at me.
Reese was a good-looking guy, so a crush could be explained away. But this shit was just fucking weird. Still, I tried to ignore it and focus on my lesson.
Let’s just say I didn’t learn much.
In fact, I had no idea what the hell the Reese was talking about. Now if someone asked me how many golden flecks were in his green eyes, that could answer. Eleven in the right and twelve in the left. There was also a ring of light blue around his pupil, and when the corner of his mouth tipped up, that ring darkened.
“Since English was your worst subject, I thought we’d start there.”
“Uh huh.”
There was a slight, gravelly timbre in Reese’s deep tone that vibrated through the air. I could feel it in every word he spoke.
“What do you think?”
I think he should come a little closer so I could get a taste of the mint on his breath. Then again, I could always…
“Can I help you with something?”
What? Oh, shit. Was I actually leaning in?
I looked up at Reese as he arched a brow. Not only was I leaning in, but I’d moved in so close that my ass was barely on the edge of the chair.
“Do you need something?”
Sanity, apparently.
“Nope.” I shook my head and quickly slid back into my seat. “I’m good.”
And by good, I meant not at all in my right frame of mind, because a fucked-up dream apparently had my hormones going crazy. So much for missing the phase that made girls dumb around guys.
“If you’re all right,” Reese said. “Then we’ll continue.”
I swear I saw the corner of his mouth curl. Not that I was staring at his mouth or anything. He did have nice lips, though. Full, thick, soft, and way too tempting.
Did he always smell that good? Because I couldn’t stop sucking in breaths. Of course he did. A guy that made a plain black t-shirt look that good, didn’t smell bad. And Reese did look good in that shirt. All hard and broad with the edge of a tattoo peeking out across his collarbone.
I tipped my head to watch his chest expand.
In the right light, I could see the outline of a nipple ring pressing against the fabric. I couldn’t see it now, but I knew it was on the right side. That small circular band was visible every time he twisted to the left and the sunlight hit him. Would he move over to the next table? There was more light over there.
“Now I know Shakespeare isn’t for everyone.”
Oh right. I should probably pay attention.
Straightening my shoulders, I sat back and watched Reese place a leather bond book on the table.
“Here we have all of his works…”
His hand tapped down on the cover, and I couldn’t help but notice how his fingers moved. Hands like that could do a lot of things. Choke the life out of someone or hold them down. Like, say, while he did stuff with his other hand.
I gave the collar of my t-shirt a tug. The last time I felt this weighed down by heat was when I was in Florida. It’d probably help if I had underwear on. But no, some asshole decided to take them.
So now I was stuck in a pair of pink sweats that had “hot stuff” written across the ass. I handled pink about as well as I was handling the moisture gathering on my thighs. I was going to kill Wyatt.
“Is it hot in here?”
