I wore the skirt.
I told myself it was because the weather was warm. It was because Kai Mercer had told me to, and my body had started answering him before my pride could catch up.
He was already in the lecture hall when I arrived, slouched in the same seat as yesterday, long legs taking up too much space. The chair beside him was empty on purpose. A few people noticed me sitting there. One girl from the team’s orbit looked twice.
Kai didn’t look at me at all until the professor turned to the board.
Then his hand landed on my bare knee under the table.
I froze. He didn’t. His palm slid higher, slow enough to feel like a question I had already answered last night. When he reached the inside of my thigh I grabbed his wrist.
He leaned toward my notes like he was asking about a date.
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