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Rowan Sinclair is Blackwood Academy's golden boy. With his grandfather being the founder, he has expectations to live up to.
Then there's Amara Bennett. Brilliant, determined, and carrying a scholarship on her back like its armor.
When the two are forced together for an AP literature thesis, chaos follows. Between clashing ideas, relentless teasing, and a connection neither of them is ready to admit, they find themselves walking between a thin line of rivalry and something much more.
Amara stood at the counter, slicing broccoli for the alfredo, trying to focus on anything but the sound of Rowan moving around.
She could feel him come behind her.
The air shifted.
His hand lightly brushed her waist-not gripping, just there-steadying closer than necessary.
Her breath hitched .
"Rowan...what are you doing?" she asked, her voice betraying her.
He lowered his voice, just enough to make her knees buckle.
"Relax, Mara. I'm just observing."
His presence lingered for too long. Too close.
Amara gulped. "You could've observed from somewhere else," she murmured.
He didn't move.