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“Second,” I say, stepping in closer.“I’m not forgetting a fucking thing about what just happened.And you’re not either.You can play the professional card all you want.Hell, I admire it.But don’t lie to me, Angel.”

She tries to twist away.

I tighten my grip just enough to make her stop—but never to hurt her.

Never that.

“You think I haven’t seen this before?That look in your eyes?The tremor I felt move through your whole body?”

I glance down at the slight tremble she’s trying to hide in her fingers.

“Angel, that wasn’t some random slip-up.That was chemistry.That was real.And you can pretend it doesn’t matter, but I was there.I felt you fall into me.”

Her jaw clenches.Her eyes flash.

Good.

Let her get mad.

Let her show me something besides that cool facade.

“Now,” I murmur, dropping my voice to something rough and low, “if you want to call it a mistake to save face, fine.But don’t stand there and pretend it meant nothing.Don’t insult both of us like that.”

Her breath hitches.

I lean down, just enough so she hears me perfectly.

“And just for the record,” I say with a wicked smirk curling at my mouth, “I’ll call you anything you want,Miss Rosetto.Long as you promise to make me stay after class and go over everything I didn’t do right until I get it.You feel me?”

She blinks.

And blushes.

Bright.Angry.Maybe curious.Always beautiful.

I step back, letting her go because I need to.

Because if I don’t, I’ll drag her back to that couch and make her admit exactly how not-sorry she is.

She clears her throat, lifts her chin, and smooths down her cardigan like she’s trying to reassemble her dignity.

It’s adorable.

And it’s mine.

I hold her coat and she lets me, turning around and sliding her arms through the sleeves.

Then, I open the door and step through, waving her ahead once I assess it’s safe.

“Let’s just get through the field trip,” she says coolly.

Yeah, there’s a grin still tugging at my lips.

“Oh, we will,” I promise.“But get ready, Angel.Because when it’s over?We’re going to talk about everything you won’t ever want to forget.”

Because I plan to remind her of every single second—with my mouth, my hands, and every slow, delicious stroke until she’s not just moaning my name—she’ll be screaming it.

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