The dismissal bell rang, and students shuffled out of the class. Ian sat in the hallway, next to his advisors. They suggested he talk to her, and soon.
As if on cue, Aislinn entered the long hallway, dropping her textbook in the process.
"May I assist you, Aislinn?"
She was bending down to pick up the fallen book when Ian's gaze shifted from her face to her short skirt. Trying to resist temptation, he picked up a page that had fallen. After a quick glance at the contents, he grinned.
She had written one simple sentence that was so deep, yet so somber: "I am a silhouette to all that come near,"
Aislinn thanked him briefly, rushing to her apartment. It wasn't very far from the school, which was amazing and convenient.
Ian sat in the hallway alone. Tavish and Quinn had both gone home, and he dreamt of his love interest. He would constantly wonder what would make her love him, instantly. And within moments, without a second thought, he had the answer.
YOU ARE READING
Silhouettes: A Novel
RomanceThis is the story of students who attend The Art Institute Of Seattle.
