The Steamy Baseball Book Bundle

“What is your schedule tomorrow?" The slide of his warm-up pants draws my attention to those long legs. The casual bend to his knees. His feet resting on the floor. It’s all too much as a shiver riffles through me. He has to be the hottest lab partner of all partners. I even have proof. The picture he sent is saved on my phone under All Photos. I may or may not have hearted it, so it shows up under Favorites. I force myself to look away and pick up the flask. I need to concentrate on my current task—not think about shirtless torsos. Otherwise, I’m done for. He gives me a side-eyed glance. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? Who’s to say my offer still stands.” “Oh my God. You’re incorrigible.” I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. This guy is something else. “Someone will have to check to see if the culture tubes remain clear. If they’re contaminated, they’ll need to be redone.” “Why don’t we check it together? It is, after all, a group project.” He hands me the bottle of water.