BROOKLYNN
I make my way from class, going over some of the basics in my head from class while listening to another student I met talking to me.
And then I see him.
Every fact drops from my brain like leaves in the fall. He looks identical to the guy I met earlier, but at the same time … not. There is a certain magnetism to this man that draws me in. His tall, imposing build and dark tussled hair makes him appear intimidating, but the little goofy smile on his face makes him seem almost … childlike. I can't see the color of his eyes from here, but the way they are staring right at me practically sears me right down to my core. What would it feel like to have those eyes on my skin?
Or those thick lips.
Or those strong hands.
“Hey there.”
Bloody hell! When did he get so close?
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