i***t is the last word that comes to mind.
Handsome. Dark. Charismatic. Those are all suitable, but an i***t?
No. Not the dark-haired beefcake I'm staring at. His half-smile is trained on me as he leans
against Grant's doorframe. Light blue eyes contrast his sharp clouded features, making this
Kingsley character look equally parts tired and sexy.
"You must be Grant's tutor," he says casually, noticing my abandoned notebook on the edge of
the bed.
I nod, searching for a word of response. A word. Any word.
"Possum," I say off the top of my head as I recall the theme of Grant's earlier story.
"What?" My new friend questions behind me.
Kingsley simply raises a brow and let's that half-grin widen into a full-blown smile. God his
teeth are like pearls. They may not be perfectly
