“Thanks for stepping in.”
“You’re welcome,” I answered sincerely.
“That’s the third time you’ve come to my rescue,” Samantha pointed out wryly. “Are you always rescuing girls like me?”
“Just the ones that need it,” I murmured, holding her gaze and wanting to kiss her so bad it was like a physical ache that started in my knuckles and burned a path straight to my heart.
“I can carry my books now,” she said, shattering the thick spell of longing that had fallen over me.
I forced a deep breath into my lungs. “Why don’t I just carry them to your next class,” I offered.
“That’s not necessary.”
“Do you only ever do things that are necessary?” I asked lightly.
“Neither do I,” I told her, tucking her books firmly under my arm and guiding her across the street when the light changed.