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“Checking my marks. I have a quiz tomorrow and I don’t want to ruin my average,” she said, her eyes focused on the screen.

“It’s late, you should go to sleep.”

She stopped typing for a second and listened as her eyes shot right to the door. Then she slid her laptop onto the bed and unfolded herself before she got up.

My eyes watched her ass while she tiptoed out of the room. My hands itched to feel both of those perfect globes under my fingers while she rode me. I’d make her take off that pink, tank top so I could play with her tits until she came apart all over my cock.

I sighed, reaching down to adjust myself.

I needed to get my mind off jumping Geneviève.

Her laptop blinked.

Then so did I.

There was no way I should look at her marks.

It would be an invasion of privacy.

But, she did leave the laptop open.

On the bed.

Where I was.

If I moved it slightly to the right, it wouldn’t be my fault if I accidentally saw something.

Right?

My big toe pushed the corner of the laptop until I could see the screen more clearly.

Then I leaned forward so I could see the screen even better.

After that, I scrolled down her marks, unable to believe what I’d even seen.

“Would you stop?” Geneviève reprimanded me, whisking the computer off the bed.

I laid back down, my heart thumping hard in my chest. “Well, you left if open. What did you expect me to do?”

She plunked down on the bed beside me. “I expected you to mind your own business, Moreau,” she said tersely, glaring at me.

It took her a minute to rearrange the pillows, then she got up again to turn off the main light. When she was settled back down on the bed again, she said, “Is the light from the screen too bright?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” I said, staring at her face as the light lit it up.

“I’ll turn it down, but it’s still going to be pretty bright.”

“It’s fine.”

She adjusted the laptop.

It really didn’t make much difference.

“Your marks are insane.”

“I’ve done okay,” was all she said, her fingers still clacking away on the keyboard.

“Screw nursing school. You should be a doctor,” I said, meaning every word. Looking at the whole picture, I could definitely see it now.


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