~ A M E L I A ~
The universe is out to get me. That was the only reason I could think as to why I am forced to be taught by Everett-bloody-Shaw.
His eyes were still locked onto mine, but in a slow blink he focused his gaze elsewhere, as if he didn’t care for me being present. He pulled off his jacket and threw it behind him on the ground, revealing himself in a black compression shirt and dark grey jogging bottoms. The shirt wrapped around his defined muscles as if it was made specifically for his body, he was even more ripped than I thought.
His abs do poke through his shirt.
Trying to focus my gaze elsewhere, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me staring at him since he was already full of himself enough, but my attention went to his arms, which I had no idea were fully
