"Next time, don't call me" With that, he stepped backwards, and walked off into the darkness of the night. My blood was boiling at the moment, something I've genuinely never felt. Why does he have to be so damn hot, too? That night, I can't help myself but to think about him. The way he spoke, the way he carries himself, the intensity, the piercing look in his eyes. He's entering my dreams, and I'm realizing I've seen him before.All Rights Reserved