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“I just thought since you decided to sit at my table without asking, you’d be polite enough to introduce yourself.” I state to the hot doctor. “Your table?” he grunts. His baritone voice sends a shiver through my body as he finally breaks his silence. He drops his sandwich and reaches for his water bottle. I can’t help but stare at his Adam’s apple as the water slides down his thick neck with each long drink. He catches me gawking, so I quickly fork a bite of pie into my mouth. “I was here first,” I mumble around the silky pie and gesture with my fork to my schoolwork strewn all over the table as proof. “You’re always here from what I can tell,” he huffs, setting his water bottle down and grabbing his apple. He sits back in his chair and rubs it on his chest before taking a bite. “Always here and always eating pie.” “I am not always eating pie!” I exclaim defensively around another forkful of pie. Jesus…when did that get in my mouth? Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited—> https://geni.us/OneMomentPlease