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Abel tilted his head and tried to pronounce Nejmah's name, which came out sounding strange but incredibly irresistible in his voice and accent. How could something as simple as her name could sound so appealing coming from one person? And when their eyes met again, she found herself beginning to feel warmly about this stranger.

Maybe because he thought he'd said the name wrong, Abel looked away with his eyes closed, and Nejmah was unable to control the way her own eyes feasted on his bare chest. God, was she always like this. Acting mature for her age was something everyone praised her for, but now she was feeling like exactly what she was: still a teenager. Noticing this first encounter was getting awkward quickly (and because she was starting to get overwhelmed about what she was feeling), Nejmah finished picking up her books from the floor and stood up to leave.

"Well, um, thank you for your help," she said in a small voice, holding her hand out for the book Abel had in his hand. For the first time in her life, Nejmah was at a loss for words and actions. The only thing she wanted to do was bow out before she could embarrass herself, even though there was a big part of her that was dying to get to know the man destined to be her soulmate.