Gold07Malvin
The very day he walked into the classroom I knew my life would never be the same again. Either ruined, or molded back into something nothing it never was.
Those eyes, bright like the moon- intimidating as the sun kept me pinned on my seat. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't understand the pull in my chest when he spoke.
I tear my gaze away anytime those eyes turned to me, pretending I was listening to his lecture. But I wasn't. I was listening to his voice. Deep and thick and predatory, measuring every syllable like it was a threat.
And why- why did that thought make my heart beat faster? Men aren't supposed to call men hot while their heart fluster.