“Hey Hailey, wait up,” I heard Wyatt’s voice call.
The voice sounded a lot closer than I expected and I turned only to run into what felt like a wall.
A warm, hotly fragrant male wall.
I bounced off the hardness of Wyatt’s chest. The force of the sudden contact sent me toward the floor. I was falling and couldn’t stop the descent.
I let out a startled squeak in anticipation of the hurt from landing on the tiled floor but strong, male hands grabbed my upper arms to keep me from becoming intimate with the tiles. They pulled me back to that hard chest and my breasts became plastered against him. I drew in a sharp breath as my nipples immediately pebbled at the contact. Damn his hotness.
At the same time, my fingers tangled in the fabric of Wyatt’s shirt. I flew a startled gaze up to his to find him watching me with a warm mirth.
“We worked well together today. Just like we did before.”
“That's probably not a good idea.”
I gave him a look.
“With our history, I don’t think I have to explain why.”
“I hardly think our history factors into the fact that we work well together.” He said this slowly as if speaking to a child.
His tone didn’t help my disposition one bit.
I sighed, not about to get into this in the middle of the hallway where several other students were moving about.
“It's just not a good idea, Wyatt. Let’s just leave it at that.”
I hoisted my bag on my shoulder, ready to continue on my way. The considering look Wyatt gave me sent a premonition of impending disaster but my feet remained rooted in place even though I told them to move.
Before he opened his mouth I knew he was going to say something that would make me mad.
I was right.
“No, let’s discuss this. Why don't you think we should study together? Is it because you don’t think you can keep your hands off me?”
He raised an eyebrow to end his proclamation.
My outraged inhale seemed loud even with the noise around us.
“You’re not nearly as irresistible as you think,” I told him, hand coming up to rest on my hip in a show of attitude.
Something inside me said, Liar.
I ignored that voice.
“Then prove it. Let’s be study buddies. We hit the books without letting the past get in the way of our school stuff. We are both responsible, sensible adults. There’s no harm as long as we act that way. I mean unless you don’t want to…”
There a challenge in the words he spoke and I could stop from accepting his dare.
“Wyatt!”
“Fine, I’m joking, but really let’s study. You were always a good partner.”
I sighed. I would show him. After all, responsible and sensible were my middle names.
“Fine,” I said, the word coming out from between clenched teeth. “We can study together.”
His smile was wide. Triumphant.