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sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a
pillow?
He glanced around my room and went to sit on the floor, against the wall, facing the foot of my
bed. Knees up, pad on his thighs, he was just as I imagined him in class the other day. Except he was
in my room, not his own.
Lie down on your stomach and rest your head on your arms, facing me.
I did as he told me. Like this?
He nodded, eyeing me as if absorbing details or searching for flaws. Coming onto his knees, he
moved close enough to fan his fingers through my hair and let it fall over my shoulder. Perfect, he
murmured, scooting back to his position against the wall, a few feet away.
I stared at him as he sketched, his eyes moving back and forth from my face to the pad. At some
point, his gaze began to move over the rest of me. As if his fingertips skimmed over my shoulders and
down my back, my breath caught in my throat and I shut my eyes.
Falling asleep? His voice was soft. Near.
I opened my eyes to find him on his knees next to me, sitting back on his heels. My heart picked
up the pace again at his nearness. No. He d left the pad and pencil on the floor behind him. Are
you& done?
He shook his head slightly. No. I d like to do another, if you don t mind. At my nod, he said,
Turn onto your back.
I rolled over slowly, afraid he d be able to see my heart hammering through my thin sweater. He
grabbed the pad and pencil from the floor and stood. Staring down, he let his eyes roam over me, and
I felt vulnerable, but not in danger. I knew so little about him, but there was one thing I felt
unequivocally: safe.
I m going to arrange you, if that s okay?
I swallowed. Uh& sure. My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost
to my ears. What, this isn t how you want me positioned? I barely contained the nervous twitter that
bubbled up at the thought.
His fingers encircled the wrist nearest him, and he brought my arm over my head, bent it as
though it had been thrown back. Taking the opposite hand, he splayed my fingers over my abdomen,
sat back, stared at me a moment, and then moved it, too, over my head, crossing my wrists, as though I
was bound. I struggled to breathe normally. Impossible. I m going to move your leg, he said, his
eyes on mine, waiting for my nod. His hands on my knee, he angled it out, leaving it flush against the
mattress.
He picked up the pad and turned the page. Now tilt your face toward me a bit chin down
that s good. And shut your eyes. I fought to remain relaxed, knowing that as long as I heard the
scratch of his pencil across the page, he wasn t going to touch me. I lay unmoving, eyes closed,
listening to the rasp of lead on paper, broken by the soft brush of his finger, smearing a line or a
shadow.
From the laptop on my desk, my inbox dinged, and my eyes flashed open. Without thinking, I rose
to my elbows. Landon? But there was no way I could check.
Lucas was watching me closely. Do you need to check that?
Landon had ignored my email all afternoon, when in the past he d answered so promptly that I
was probably spoiled. But Lucas was sitting in my room. On my bed. I lay back, returned my arms to
their prior position, and I shook my head. I didn t close my eyes this time, and he didn t ask me to.
He returned to sketching, concentrating on my hands a long while, and then my face. He stared
into my eyes, back and forth between that intense examination and his drawing. When he stared at my
mouth for long moments drawing, staring, drawing, staring I wanted to reach up, grab his t-shirt,
and pull him down to me. My hands clenched involuntarily and his gaze flicked there and back.
Eyes blazing, he looked down at me. Jacqueline?
I blinked. Yes?
The night we met I m not like that guy. His jaw was rigid.
I know tha He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening.
So I don t want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you
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