He flashed his wicked grin and lowered his voice. That would be an awesome way to start class. I licked my lips and whispered, Noah caressed my cheek before heading to his seat in the back.I settled in my seat and spent the entire hour trying to keep my mind focused on calculus and not on kissing Noah Hutchins.
by Katie McGarry
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In "Pushing the Limits" by Katie McGarry, the protagonist finds herself captivated by Noah Hutchins, a classmate who exudes charm and confidence. His playful demeanor and intense gaze make her heart race, drawing her thoughts away from their calculus lesson and towards the possibility of romance. Their interaction is charged with chemistry, leaving her distracted and yearning for more than just academic engagement. As she navigates the complexities of high school life, the thrill of Noah's presence serves as both a distraction and a source of intrigue for her. The dynamic between them hints at a deeper connection, blending the excitement of first love with the challenges of personal growth. This moment encapsulates the tension between academic responsibilities and the pulsing allure of young love.

He flashed his wicked grin and lowered his voice. That would be an awesome way to start class. I licked my lips and whispered, Noah caressed my cheek before heading to his seat in the back. I settled in my seat and spent the entire hour trying to keep my mind focused on calculus and not on kissing Noah Hutchins.

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