As we walked toward the dean's office, he reached over, trailing his fingers along my arm. "Do they still react when I touch you?"

Heat crawled through my veins, and I nodded. The marks had followed the path of his touch. "Yeah, they still like you."

One side of his lips curled up, and a look of male pride crossed his face. I shook my head. Boys.

Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

As we walked toward the dean's office, he reached over, trailing his fingers along my arm. "Do they still react when I touch you?"<br /><br />Heat crawled through my veins, and I nodded. The marks had followed the path of his touch. "Yeah, they still like you."<br /><br />One side of his lips curled up, and a look of male pride crossed his face. I shook my head. Boys. - Jennifer L. Armentrout

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