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think it through. I watched as Adele shifted, propping her head up on one hand, staring up at me curiously.
                “What does that mean?” She shifted onto her side, one of her breasts pressing against my groin.
                Even though I’d just come, my cock started to pay attention again.
                I assumed she wouldn’t be insulted, since she’d liked my erection just fine a few minutes ago.
                “ Tabula rasa ... it’s from Aristotle. It means blank slate .” Unable to resist, I trailed the tip of my index finger over the equally bare curve of her breast, circling around her nipple, enjoying the way it pulled tight.
                “It’s a term used in psychology and philosophy, referring to the notion that when an infant is born, their mind is a blank canvas waiting to be colored by life.” I continued to toy with her nipple, even when surprise flickered over her features. “But... ah... it applies to your back as well. You know, since you don’t have any tattoos there.”
                I grimaced inwardly as I finished my awkward explanation. Could I be any more of an uptight nerd?
                Adele surprised me by pushing herself up and kissing me, a deep, hot kiss that brought my cock the rest of the way to hardness. When she pulled away, I found it hard to breathe.
                “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.”
                With a wicked grin she straddled me again, her slick heat pressing down against my erection.
                “You’re pretty awesome for a geek.” And she began to kiss me again, coherent thought flying away.
                I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy.
                ADELE
                “Stop that.” I whispered, scolding Mal as he rubbed his feet against mine under the library table.
                “No footsie. You have to study.”
                Still I couldn’t help but grin as, rather than stopping, he redoubled his efforts. He’d slid his sneakers off, and as his foot slid up my calf and my inner thigh I exhaled sharply.
                He had my attention.
                “Hunter!”
                My head snapped around as a male voice called out across the library. A librarian glared as two big, polo clad guys made their way across the room, emanating the smug confidence of people who know they’re accepted.
                I recognized Drew and Ian, two of Mal’s frat brothers. They were both football players, both prelaw like Mal.
                A massive rock settled in the pit of my stomach as they reached our table and made themselves at home. Mal’s foot fell away from my thigh, and I was unaccountably irritated by it.
                “Hunter.” Drew had close cropped brown hair and a lot of muscles that stretched his bright green collared shirt. There were probably lots of girls who found him attractive, but I personally thought he looked like a big lug.
                Still, I smiled tightly when he nodded at me.
                “Adele.”
                “Hey, Drew.” I could see the hint of puzzlement in his features, and it infuriated me.
                Mal’s friends, the ones I’d been introduced to anyway, were always nice enough, but I could tell that they just didn’t quite get it—they didn’t understand why someone like Mal, with a bright future at an Ivy League school, would be spending his time with me. And I wouldn’t have cared, except when the eyes of someone like Drew, like Ian were on me, I felt all the things that they thought.
                I felt weird. I felt like a freak. I wished for shiny blonde hair, a khaki miniskirt and a big toothy smile, all things that I avoided like the plague otherwise. I refused to