There was something about Lucius.
He kept . . . smiling and his smile—
“You’ll keep your schedule free for me, right?”
She blinked, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Um, I mean—“
“You said you’d tutor me,” he pushed, so close to her. He’d sat so close to her the whole time, in her space, fogging her mind, capturing her full attention. And she’d tried so hard to trip him up with difficult equations, to watch him fumble for even a minute.
He doesn’t need a tutor. She wasn’t sure why he was here—he could probably tutor her if anything. “Yeah, but—“
“So you lied?” he whispered, pressing closer.
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t—“
“Then you’ll save time for me after class,” he said, voice a deep timber. He was so hypnotic, intense—she found her eyes falli
