SKYLAR
Two wildly conflicting feelings hit me all at once.
First: pure terror. A whole bucket of it.
Second: a traitorous wave of heat sneaking its way between my thighs.
Flip. I swear my not-so-sexy cotton underwear is a completely drenched mess right now. And I’m blaming every single dark romance novel I’ve ever consumed. Because how in the absolute world does someone even get aroused in a situation like this?!
A sharp camera-shutter click echoing down the aisle throws my head sideways.
The entire library has gone dead silent. I mean, pin-drop quiet. Half a dozen students scattered across the study tables are unashamedly staring at us, their eyes wide over the tops of propped-up textbooks. Even the group of freshmen from earlier are practically falling out of their chairs to get
