CARLA
Having Alpha Dawson next to me right now was torturing. His alluring cologne infiltrated my nostrils, setting up an uproar at the bottom of my stomach. I refused to glance to the side, so I didn't meet his gaze. Instead, I kept my eyes pinned on my books.
"Mr. Dawson, please take your seat!" The lecturer demanded.
"Can you move over, Carla?" He asked, in that deep voice.
I froze. No way am I gonna share a seat with him. It'll be the death of me.
"No " I shook my head. "The seats are taken."
"All of them?" He scoffed, clearly hinting at how ridiculous my words were.
The seats were empty and there was no way they could all get filled up. Not even in hours. There weren't many people who attended this class. Just a few of us and I'm still shocked that he's one of the few.
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