Myra could feel her heartbeat drumming in her ears as Arjun leaned back in his chair, watching her with the kind of amusement that set her teeth on edge.
"I'm not playing whatever game you think this is," she said finally, flipping a page in her textbook she wasn't even reading.
Arjun tilted his head, completely unbothered. "Who said it's a game?"
She shot him a look. "Oh, please. You live for this—pushing, teasing, waiting for me to react."
His lips curled into a slow smirk. "Maybe. But you always react."
Her grip on her pen tightened. "Only because you're impossible to ignore."
Arjun let out a low chuckle, leaning forward now, elbows resting on the table. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Myra's pulse quickened, but she refused to let him see how much he was affecting her. She
