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to me, a wicked smile on his face.
    There was no way to hide my frustration and I sighed in contempt. “Did you follow me again?”
    “Nope, ‘fraid not. This is my class.”
    “Of course it is.”
    “But I admire that big opinion you’ve got of yourself. I love a girl with confidence.” He leaned in close. “It’s sexy.”
    I wasn’t going to respond to that and play right into his hands, but I could feel his mocking gaze pressing into me. I exhaled loudly, letting him know he was irritating me. “What are you looking at?”
    He trapped a strand of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Are you going to strip this?”
    “You’re asking me about my hair?”
    “I hate it.”
    “Well I happen to love it.”
    “You’re hiding yourself under peroxide, why?”
    “God!” I turned in his direction. “Will you stop? Please, just stop. You are exhausting.”
    I was relieved when the professor quieted the class and started the lesson. “Good morning, lovely students of BU.”
    There was an unenthusiastic murmur of, “Morning, Professor,” from a handful of students.
    Professor Lucas made a soft noise of disappointment. “Please, how many times, people? Inside these walls, call me Marcus. We’re all adults here, first name basis only.”
    “Dick,” Julian muttered under his breath.
    I narrowed a look in his direction. He was slouched low in his seat and obviously didn’t take classes serious. I let my gaze wander lower down his body and his legs spread wide under the bench. He was wearing sweats ripped off at the knee and that damn base layer that I was starting to think had been made especially for him and his physique. His cap was now pulled forwards, the bill shading his eyes. He gave the impression he was about to embark on a nap.
    “I can see you looking at me.” His face was relaxed, and even with his eyes closed he looked smug.
    “Your eyes are closed.”
    “I can feel you.”
    I stuck my tongue out at the side of his head before concentrating on the class. This was my second Sociology lesson but my first time noticing that Julian took the same course. However, I liked Marcus and his enthusiasm for teaching enough not to let a small thing like the asshat to my right bother me.
    But then I hated him.
    “I want you to turn to the person sitting next to you and introduce yourselves to your partner for our first ice-breaking assignment. You will find out everything there is to know about that person in the next eight weeks, and there will be a final presentation. I want personal facts and I want a conclusion. Who is this person? What do they bring to society? How are they important and how have they evolved from your initial first impressions? I want it all, folks. So go on, say hello to your new best friends.”
    Julian pulled the bill of his cap even lower, only the tip of his smirk on full display. “Howdy, partner.”
    When the lesson was over, I gave it my best shot at ignoring Julian, but he was making it painfully difficult. He wasn’t someone you could easily ignore. “So when do you want to do this?”
    “Do what?” I took hurried steps out of the auditorium. I had the next few hours to myself, but I absolutely did not want him to know that.
    “Get to know each other better.” He said it like we getting ready to go on our first date.
    “I think we should ask Marcus if we can switch partners.”
    Julian whistled. “No way.”
    “I’m asking.”
    He stepped in front of me, his body crushing mine against the solid wall of the crowded hallway. Papers tacked to the notice board behind me rustled against my sweater as he hovered over me. His blue eyes darkened in our shadows and his voice was low. “What are you scared of?”
    “I’m not scared,” I said, maintaining a steady voice. “I would like to pass, that’s all, and I can’t do that if you are my partner.”
    His cool breath was all over me, prickling my skin and heating me from inside out. His lips were too close, his