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... nished a test paper and glanced up at the clock. There were still thirty minutes left.
She tilted her head to see what Mortimer Quincy was doing. He was slumped over his desk, fast asleep with his face turned toward her.
The buzz cut he’d gotten a while ago had now grown into a choppy, fluffy style that clung to his head. His sharp features were softened by sleep.
’What a tantalizingly handsome face.’
She glanced around. Most everyone was asleep. Emboldened, she l ...
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