S I X T E E N

ELIZABETH.

James is leaning against the shelves with glasses on and a lopsided smile.

"James?" I call in surprise, turning back to where I just saw him before I look back at him. "Weren’t you just there?"

"You were watching me?" He raises a brow as he grabs the book and takes a step closer. I blush at the indirect confession, then try to lie my way out of it. "What? No, I wasn’t. I was just—I uh. Came in and saw you."

He hums. "If you say so, gorgeous."

I snatch the book from him, and he laughs as he crosses his arm. My eyes take in his full appearance and him in white rimless glasses is doing things to my heart. Where did he even get that from? He wasn’t wearing that when I came in earlier.

"Where did that come from?" I nod towards his face and he touches the glass. "Oh, this? It’s just to study better. I’ve had this for a while but hated how I look in it, so I don’t use it often." Hate how he looks in it? He must be insane if he thinks he looks anything other than hot in this.

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