Sara’s POV

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Curious about what? My homework?”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Maybe.”

I finally turned around, ready to tell him to back off, but the words got stuck in my throat when I saw how close he was. He was standing right beside my desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding that stupid cigarette between his fingers. The smell of smoke clung to him, but somehow, it wasn’t completely awful. It mixed with the faint ...