Book Snatcher #1

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"Okay, that's not even fair!" I exclaim as I try to reach for my book. "Jordan! Give it back!" I jump and then glare at him.

He smirks. "What if I don't want to?"

"Jordan!" I exclaim and try to get the book again. "Please?" I press a hand to his chest to steady myself as I stand on the tip of my toes, trying to reach the book. "Jordan, come on," I complain.

He looks down at me and smiles then wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me closer. "Only because you asked so nicely." He gives me a quick kiss then presses my book to my chest.

"Thank you," I say and try to take it. He keeps a firm grip on it and I groan. "This is why I don't let you get a hold of my stuff," I say, pouting.

He chuckles. "This is why I always take your stuff. You have such an adorable pout."

I huff, trying to stay mad. "Jordan, just give me the book back."

He pouts this time and I feel my resolve dying. "But I don't wanna." He smiles again and presses his forehead to mine. "Unless you give me a kiss."

"If you were anyone else I would have punched you by now," I say then kiss him. He smiles as I draw back and I take the book. He lets go of me and I stomp on his foot. "That's for taking my book."

He just laughs as we start down the hall again. "You know you love me."

"You better be glad I do or you'd be in pain right now," I say.

"That's my girlfriend," he says and laughs then puts his arm around my shoulder. I can't help but laugh a bit myself.

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