at the waist. An athlete’s body—like a swimmer’s. Wavy black hair toppled over his forehead, brushing matching eyebrows. Broad cheekbones and wide, expressive lips completed the package created for girls to drool over. And with those sapphire-colored eyes, holy moley… Who thought a place named Shepherdstown would be hiding someone who looked like this? And I ran into him. Literally. Nice. “I’m sorry. I was in a hurry to get to class. I’m late and…” His lips tipped up on the corners as he knelt. He started gathering up my stuff and for a brief moment I felt like crying. I could feel tears
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