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His eyes.
His smile.
His voice, his words.
He's everything I've always wanted, everything I know I can never have.
I've admired him from afar for a year now, never approaching in fear of being seen as one of many girls whose desperate attentions he's captured. I never want to be one of them.
But if the sudden flickering of the lights and shaking of this elevator as it comes to a screeching halt is any indicator, I'm about to spend a considerable amount of time trapped in a small, suffocating space with the very object of my desires, the man of my dreams.
Damon.
Or, as he's better known, Mr. Bennett.
My English teacher.