What a surprise, she thought while walking on a rush across the university campus, first day of classes and I'm already late. She took the paper handkerchief out of her pocket to clean the drops of sweat rolling down her forehead and cheeks as she entered the building, number nine. It was already midday and the Spanish sun was shining bright, not a sign of clouds on the horizon. Once more, she grabbed her phone to check the room where the lecture was being held. 9.2.8, she told to herself, trying to memorize it. Little did she know that those four walls were about to become unforgettable.
She looked the signs in each door and when she found the right one, she took a deep breath. She hated being in the spotlight and now, arriving late meant that everyone would turn around to see her coming in. Nervously, she opened the door and rushed to the last row, where some other international students were sitting. Still avoiding every gaze in the room, she took her laptop out of her bag and placed it on the table. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the table.
Bianca: Have you seen that hottie we have for Political Philosophy? He's like omg I just want to rip that shirt off of him and well I don't think it is even legal to be this hot and a professor.
Of course, she didn't even notice who was delivering the class. She looked over the screen of her laptop and... Indeed, Bianca was right. At the front of the room there was a tall man talking. Not over 25, his raven locks were unsuccessfully combed and matched the tone of his deep eyes. He was tall and lean; his athletic figure could be pictured below the tight white shirt he had on. He was wearing tight blue trousers and dark shoes, which gave him a more serious and professional look. His big hands moved as he rambled in English but his thick Spanish drawl was still present.
As he turned to write something on the blackboard, the shirt marked the defined muscles on his back. She bit her low lip and squeezed her legs together unconsciously, being immediately attracted to him. She liked the way English words came out of his mouth but with the Spanish accent that sounded like sun, sangria, beach and endless nights in the between sheets. He caught her staring and looked straight into her eyes, making her blush. He grinned softly and continued talking as if nothing had happened. However, it had. That girl who arrived late had made his blood run faster through his veins, although not to his cheeks.
"And this is all for today. See you on Friday" he smiled and tried to look for the girl who had been staring before but it was too late. She had already left but she would not be easy to forget for him either.
Hehe I'm back with Summer holidays. I don't know if you missed me but I did miss you, a lot! And this is an idea I had over the year and I don't really know how will it go, but yeah it is always good to have another Carlitos fanfic. Please let me know what you think!
Enjoy your week! xx
