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“Only if you share something. I hardly know anything about you, besides your ability to break in and…”

“And?”

That you’re a good kisser.

“Nothing,” I say.

“That I’m charming?”

“Hardly.”

“Handsome?”

He’s pure sin with his mysterious and intoxicating aura. But admitting that would only fuel his ego.

“Do you have a mirror?” I ask.

“Irresistible?”

“Try annoying.”

He chuckles.

I clear my throat. “Anyway, how do you know so much about me? Are you stalking me or something?”

A predatory gleam appears on his face. “Or something. We went to the same college.”

Chapter 10

Mary

“No, we did—” I meet his steady gaze again, and it all clicks into place. Wait. Connor. Brandon and Sebastian’s Connor?

The familiarity I’ve felt, this magnetic pull between us… it’s because he’s…

My fork rattles against the plate.

I kissed my crush from college, and I didn’t know it.

“What’s wrong?” Connor asks.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry.”

Connor shrugs, but I can tell he’s pleased I finally made the connection. “Well, it has been a while. I’m surprised you remember me at all. I was never one to stand out.”

He’s completely different. Back then, he wore hoodies, brooding in the corner of the coffee shop, rarely saying a word, and definitely not wearing a suit or having this body. Or maybe I couldn’t see it beneath the baggy clothes. I never would havepictured this stoic, confident man across from me as the aloof boy who used to blend into the background, and was the reason I went to the coffee shop daily.

“You were hard to miss.” The words slip out before I can catch them.

“Oh, really?” His voice drops lower. “Why’s that?”

“I mean, you seemed really… focused. Like you always had somewhere important to be. And you seemed to keep your distance as if you…” Hated me. “To everyone. Rarely spoke to anyone but Brandon or Sebastian.”

Now, he commands easily any room he enters and turns too many heads, specifically Sophie’s.

“I was focused. You’re right.”

“So how did you go from being the strong, silent type to...” I gesture at him with my fork. “This?”

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