He’s wearing a dark blue button-up shirt and a pair of black jeans. His hair is effortlessly but perfectly styled. His eyebrows are still thick and they have accentuated his whole face. His eyes are still intense and deep while his jaw is still as amazing as I thought.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. He is looking at his record now. He looked serious and professional. And that’s way different from the Major that I met in California or the Major who’s texting me like a lovesick puppy. I didn’t know he was a professor. I didn’t think of him to be one teaching a class. He’s too handsome for that!
“We already saw him, right?” Kiara, who still sounded overly excited, asked.
I’m just so thankful that we’re seated in the farther corner of the room. If we were seated at the front,
