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Josephine Devereaux has spent her entire life wishing she liked change & spontaneity. But when she gets accepted into Southern Chicago U's forensics program, change suddenly isn't so scary. Fast forward two years- she's a junior at the...
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What a little shit.
The nerve of that man.
How dare he?
How dare he turn around and leave me standing there, gaping like a fucking idiot as I watch him walk away?
How dare he whisper in his stupidly deep voice, "I fucking loved the view," and then just walk away as if he didn't say anything at all? As if he didn't bend down low enough for his lips to brush my earlobe so faintly while saying those cursed words.
As if he didn't leave me stuck in my spot, make goosebumps erupt all over my body, send heat rush straight to my core, and make me clench my thighs together.
He had rendered me completely and utterly speechless. But only for a second.
The rush of heat only happened because I had just run five miles, my thighs clenched to prevent cramps, and goosebumps only appeared because the vent near my legs had suddenly spurted out a gust of cold air. That's why all those things happened.
I refuse to let him and his remarks get to me. And I refuse to think about it any longer.
I need to focus. The lab starts in five minutes and I need to get my lab coat and goggles on beforehand. I need to be ready to work. Not waste time thinking about the brief interaction shared by me and my lab partner, who should be coming within the next two minutes, that happened this morning.
I take a deep breath and sit on the stool, opening up the packet in front of me with all the instructions and objectives of the experiment we have to get done within the next two and a half hours. I flip through it, my eyes quickly scanning the pages to see if there's anything new that we haven't done before. It rarely ever happened, but better safe than sorry.
A thud sound fills my ears. A waft of cologne hits my nose quickly, notes of mint and cedarwood following shortly after.
A smell I've gotten used to.
Why couldn't he have just not showered after the gym and come to class smelling all gross and sweaty? Maybe then it would be easier to find him repulsive. But no, instead he had to smell like a fucking walking Dior cologne model. God knows he probably looked like one too.
But I didn't have to acknowledge his presence. I knew he'd make it known soon enough as he can't go a solid minute without pestering me or attempting to take charge with the lab-- a feat he had yet to accomplish in the two years we'd been lab partners, the result of an unfortunate random name generator website and a quirky teacher who refused to let us pick partners because "life isn't fair."
"Good afternoon Josie." I hear him say. I can tell he's smiling and for all I know, he's probably kicking his feet and humming some stupid happy song in his head too.
"It's technically morning still. And it's Josephine."
"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning? You ever try working out? It does wonders for me!" He retorts.
