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up the cuffs.
    “You’re so tiny.” He said under his breath and started down the path again. He cleared his throat like he was about to say something but kept walking.
    “Yes?” I asked, trying to encourage him to speak. He stopped and turned toward me, running his hand over his face while a frustrated growl escaped his mouth.
    “Awkwardness doesn’t suite you.” I teased as I pushed on his hard chest just enough to make him sway. “What do you want to say?”
    He smiled and looked away, obviously trying to choose his words. When his eyes returned to mine, his expression turned serious.
    “I’m really sorry about Saturday night.”
    Oh shit. I almost choked on my own tongue; or maybe I had unknowingly swallowed a tennis ball because that’s what it felt like. Was he really going to talk about this? Right here? Now? I might die if this conversation continued. I looked anywhere but directly at him, hoping to develop a quick escape plan – maybe fake a heart attack.
    He continued, even though I internally begged him to be quiet. “I really didn’t have any intentions of trying anything … out of line.” He sighed nervously, it was adorable. My insides instantly softened. This magnificent man was standing in front of me, offering something I’m sure, he rarely offered to anyone, an apology.
    I tilted my head and smiled, recognizing in this moment, a small-town girl that stood a good eight inches shorter than him, might have a little power over Cale Davis, once again.
    “Really?” I linked my arm around his and started walking. “You mean you didn’t intend to sweep into my life like Prince Charming with the intention of stealing my purity?”
    He bumped me with his elbow, leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I said that wasn’t my intention, but once I got there and saw you in those sexy sweatpants, well, every guy has his limits.”
    He was teasing, his voice low and sensual making my whole body tingle. I glanced up at his lips–remembering how soft they were and quickly looked back down. Power shifted back to the rightful owner.
    He chuckled at my sudden shyness, untangling his arm from mine and throwing it over my shoulders like he owned me.
    Guiding me into the building, we stood just inside the main entry. The sea of people coming and going from class parted and moved around us as we stood our ground.
    “Your class is on the third floor,” he said as he pointed to the stairs. His eyes were focused on me, concern crossed his face. My heart swelled in my chest, loving the feeling of having someone worry about me.
    “Thanks. I’ve got this.” I said while readjusting my bag on my shoulder. “Will I see you later today?”
    He was quiet. His eyes slowly scanned my body like this was the first time he had seen me. He closed the distance between us. I placed my hand on his chest, just to touch him, not really understanding why I needed it.
    “I’ll be fine.” I looked up at him, trying to conjure up a look of confidence.
    “Maybe I should walk you to your class.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him.
    “Cale, I’m a big girl and I can find this room on my own.” I said politely as I held my ground. I wasn’t some young girl on my first day of high school. Even if his concern was sweet, I needed to do this by myself.
    “Of course you can …”
    “Hey Cale, what’s up?” A low voice from behind me interrupted us.
    Cale released my hand, reached past me and shook someone’s hand. “Hey little brother,” he said, “Do you have class in this building?”
    I turned slightly to make room for Cale’s friend to step in closer, smiling as I glanced toward him. My breath caught in my throat, I turned quickly back to Cale.
    “Yes sir, beginning journalism.”
    Oh no ... no, no. I held my breath, preparing for what I already knew was coming.
    Cale patted him on the back and relief washed over his face. He smiled down at me.
    “Jenna, this is Ryan Kitson, he’s a first year in our