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Shit.
I blink once—maybe twice—then force my face into something neutral.
Unbothered.
I’m going to pretend I didn’t just get caught undressing him with my eyes while my brain short-circuited over his murder vibes and bone structure.
Totally casual.
I clear my throat, praying that too much time didn’t pass. Because if he’s the type to keep score, I just lost the first round.
“That’s an interesting assumption.”
At least my voice is steady. Thank fuck. Because nothing else about me is.
He watches me, and he’s giving me the kind of look that should make me nervous, only it doesn’t.
“Am I wrong?”
No hesitation. No shift in tone. Just a quiet, confident push.
My fingers tighten slightly around the book I forgot I was still holding.
"No comment."
The corner of his mouth twitches like I amused him, but it’s gone almost instantly. Replaced with something cool and direct.
“I’m looking for a book.”
Cool. Me too. Preferably one that explains what the hell is happening to my pulse.
I cross my arms and lean a hip against the cart, pretending I’m not bracing for whatever comes next.
“Funny. That is what libraries are for.”
His brows lift slightly. Which is rich, considering the man radiates brooding antihero energy with a side of ‘I bury bodies for fun.’
“You always this helpful?”
I tilt my head, my smile all teeth.
“Only with people who say please.”
He exhales through his nose, slow and even, before tilting his head slightly. “Where’s your philosophy section?”
Philosophy?Really?
“You don’t look like the type to be in here searching for ancient wisdom.”
Which is code for,You look like the type to punch someone in a bar, not quote Plato in a library aisle.
He doesn’t answer right away. He just stares at me with that same calm, unreadable intensity like he’s letting me talk myself into a corner—then deciding whether he wants to follow me in and set the place on fire.
Finally, with zero inflection and absolutely no remorse, he says, “And you don’t look like the type to judge people by their covers.”
Touché.
Fucking ouch.
