![]() ![]() My lips snapped closed, and I ducked my head. "Does your mother know what you do in libraries?" I countered. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine. I mean, sure, he was like super popular and great at football, but I hadn't realized just how far his charm extended until I followed him deep into the bookshelves. "No one calls you that." And now I know why, I silently added. "My schedule says Roman." He pointed at the paper I was given. "Hey, Rimmel." He started, speaking my name like he'd said it a hundred times before. But only because it got me one step closer to my bag. "I guess I didn't." He agreed and pulled out the chair beside him for me to sit in. So much for thinking I was impervious to his charm. "You didn't even ask for my name," I blurted out. “Maybe we could try this again?" he asked, turning on the charm. ![]()
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