The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love (Love's Academic Book 1)

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He met her fierce gaze, and the air between them grew so charged, Nikola Tesla could have invented three things just by looking at it.

“Professors,” Mr. Flogg murmured in a tone recognizable to anyone who has had an essay returned to them covered in red ink.

People called him a genius, but he didn’t see it that way. He certainly didn’t feel superior to anyone. It was only that his brain seemed to operate on a different, far less comfortable frequency than others’.

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But then, Devon approached risks the way other people approached a warm, cozy bed at night.

She’d never been called a nickname before (except in the deep privacy of her own imagination, that is, where she kept a list of suggestions should anyone want one, although no one ever did).