Cassie
There should be a rule against a man kissing you senseless on Friday night and then sitting beside you on Monday morning like he hadn’t completely rearranged your brain.
Brett was doing exactly that.
He had one ankle resting on his knee, his notebook open, and a pen between his fingers while Professor Hall talked about market structures. He looked perfectly normal.
I hated him.
His knee bumped mine.
I moved mine away.
Thirty seconds later, it happened again.
I turned my head.
“Stop.”
Brett looked genuinely innocent. “What?”
“You know what.”
“I moved my leg.”
“Into mine.”
“It’s crowded.”
“There is literally nobody on your other side.”
He glanced at the empty chair.
“Huh.”
I narrowed my eyes.
His mouth twitched.
Asshole.
I turned back toward the professor and trie
