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"Please. My hand fucking hurts," he begged and drove me into an uncomfortable corner. Again. What was he up to?

I shot up from my seat, eager to escape the misery. "Wait," I ordered.

The woman in the office would not let me leave with that damn ice pack until I promised to return it as soon as the class ended.

"Here," hurrying, I threw the ice pack onto Raphael's face. He catches it ere the rock hard object could hit its target.

"Thanks, sunshine. Now would you mind to shake off my jacket? It's full of mud. Please," He pouted, tilting his chin to the right where his jacket lay. I scowled but complied it anyway. I'd never been good at declining.

He then opened the mouth to say something. I interrupted him. "Let me guess: now you want me to help you get into the jacket?"

He grinned cockily. "Since you are not interested in doing the opposite."

"Bastard," I murmured and slipped into my seat, ignoring his little games.

Our professor finally opened up the class. She taught English and German and was prone to digressing which exasperated me so much. Also, she was extremely fond of group works. The awkward kind in which your partner must not be your friend.

"We're dealing with absolutism today. I've got two different info-worksheets that I'd like you to do in groups of two. I'll go around with my cards after distributing the sheets," she announced.

Ugh. Not those cards again. Our professor owned a staple of postcard pieces she cut. Two became partners when their cards matched. Mine had the half of a heart. I just got up from my seat when I saw Phillip approaching with the matching card. My breath caught. I instantly turned away, hiding the piece.

"I supposed we didn't get the same pair? Would be stupid otherwise," Raphael remarked and left after I nodded while trying to regain my composure.

"Susannah." The distinctive deep, husky voice of Phillip resonated. And I looked up directly into those stunning pale blue eyes.

"You coming?" He tilted his head toward the door.

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