112. You Can Have Him

The next day, Tiffany didn’t see Jacob in class, so she released a sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with him today. But Alas…she wasn’t that lucky. The library doors swung open, and Jacob strode in, his eyes immediately scanning the room. His gaze landed on Tiffany, hunched over a thick book at her usual table in the corner. A smirk played on his lips as he took in her focused expression, completely oblivious to the world around her. Jacob ran a hand through his tousled hair and sauntered across the library, his swagger drawing curious glances from other students. He reached Tiffany’s table and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bookworm,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. Tiffany’s shoulders tensed, but she kept her eyes fixed on the page before her. Jacob’s cocky grin widened as he watched her, waiting for a reaction. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages and dista