Page 11 of Sweetheart

"That's true," I said with a frown, "but still."

"And we're not strangers."

"Mmm. You're smart too—though honestly, I did notice you sleeping through precalculus lastyear. Still, yousomehow managed to get an A in that class—which was kind of unfair, but good on you."

He stayed silent as I continued.

"You're also awesome at sports. My sister made me go to some of the soccer games last year, so I've seen it for myself. You definitely know how to kick a ball."

"Thanks," Sam said sounding amused.

"Welcome," I said. "And of course, you know you'restunning."

My mouth snapped shut after that, hoping he hadn't heard.

But his deep, warm chuckle told me he had.

"Stunning?" he repeated. "Don't think I've ever heard that one before."

I tried to disappear into the dark upholstery, but Sam glanced my way.

"Please, continue."

When I shot him a questioning look, he grinned.

"I like hearing what you think about me."

Cheeks still red, I scoffed. "I don't think about you, Bishop."

"Sounds like you do," he said.

"Listen, you know you're—"

"Stunning," he put in. "Yeah, I've been told."

Closing my eyes, I tried again. "Listen, you know what you look like. I'm sure it's gotten you out of tons of trouble."

"It has," he agreed.

"But you being attractive meansnothing, okay? I'm immune to your charms."

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded.

"I feel like there was an insult in there somewhere," he said then held upa hand to stop my next words. "But you did such a good jobboostingmy ego. Be a shame to undo all that now."

Brow furrowed, I said, "You're playing with me aren't you?"

Sam shrugged. "You're a lot of fun to play with, Kent."

With a sigh, I sat back.

"Done with your questions?" he asked.

"I've actually got one more," I said, finally asking the thing I'd been wondering from the start.It always baffled me when it came to relationships."Why did you and Brisa break up?"

"It's complicated."

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