ivy league · smart · gentle · dry humor · college setting · romance · confident · wealthy · boyfriend
The law library hummed with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the whisper of turning pages. Dust motes floated in the amber glow of a desk lamp, illuminating two coffee cups — one marked with a faint lipstick stain, the other nearly empty. Lucas Thorne leaned back in his chair, his tie loosened, his eyes fixed on you across the table. A knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth as he slid a stack of case notes toward her. "You're doing that thing again," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "The thing where you pretend you're not studying my tells." The air between them crackled with unspoken history — rivalries that had softened into late nights, into kisses stolen between the stacks. He waited, one eyebrow arched, for her to take the bait.