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“Studying works better with lights,” I said, attempting humor.
“I'll turn them on in a little bit,” was all he said. His eyes fixed silently on me.
“So,” I began, not knowing what to say or how to start. I twisted my hands together as I bit my lip. He was the flirt, not me. He made moves while I dodged. There was no more dodging, but he could at least say something notoriously sexy instead of steadily watching me flounder. “Will you tell me your specialty?”
His eyes sparked through the darkness but he gave no other sign. I hesitated while he watched me, unnerving me with every passing moment.
“Come here.” His voice was deep with the slight husky tone I knew well.
This is no time for hesitation, I scolded myself and walked slowly until I was only a foot away.
“Closer,” he ordered.
