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Bookworm
-- EXCERPT: Rolling my eyes, I reached over, gently grasped his forearm and brought it closer. “What are you doing?” “Relax,” I said, trying not to laugh at the alarm I heard in his voice. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now.” “Says the girl who gave me a bookcussion” he grumbled. Biting back a smile, I concentrated on his forearm, running my fingers over his skin to find the correct spot. This took a few moments. When I found it, I leaned closer, using my thumbs to press down, gently at first, then adding a little more pressure. Bo didn’t tense. He didn’t move a muscle. I might’ve thought he’d stopped breathing he was so still. But then I felt his breath against my neck. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. I counted the seconds under my breath and then released him. “What was that, Kent?” he asked softly. “I looked up how to treat a sprained wrist,” I said with a shrug. “It was nothing, just one of the techniques they recommended.” “You looked that up?” Meeting his eyes, I nodded. “Does it feel any better?” Bo glanced down at his wrist before looking back up, locking me in his intense stare. “Yeah, it does. Thanks, Kent.” For some reason, I blushed. “No problem.” I didn’t know what made me say it. But I added, “Maybe now, you won’t be so opposed to working with me.” Bo shook his head. “It’s not that.” “It’s not?” “No,” he said. “I just don’t like the idea of you taking care of me out of some misplaced sense of guilt.” Oh. I hadn’t even considered that possibility. “I thought you hated having me around,” I admitted. “I don’t.” “You even told me how much you hate people.” “Not you,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. “I could never hate you, Kent.”
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