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He stood several inches above me with a sly smile and a dimple on his left cheek. The color of his eyes and hair matched the color of black coffee, sitting neatly above his ears. His skin was a few shades lighter than his hair; a tan that complimented his dark brown eyes.
He stood several inches above me with a sly smile and a dimple on his left cheek. The color of his eyes and hair matched the color of black coffee, sitting neatly above his ears. His skin was a few shades lighter than his hair; a tan that complimented his dark brown eyes.
Was that difficult when a beautiful six foot British man approached you and said excuse me in his British accent? Obviously.
Was that difficult when a beautiful six foot British man approached you and said excuse me in his British accent? Obviously.
But I’m actually about to sit down with my friend.” I began to turn but his hand slipped around my wrist. “You can’t,” he said in a slight panic.
But I’m actually about to sit down with my friend.” I began to turn but his hand slipped around my wrist. “You can’t,” he said in a slight panic.
He smelled like fresh espresso and sandalwood, a piece of his dark hair dangled over his left brow.
He smelled like fresh espresso and sandalwood, a piece of his dark hair dangled over his left brow.
He put his hand out for me to take, his sleeve retracting to expose a tattoo on the inside of his arm.
He put his hand out for me to take, his sleeve retracting to expose a tattoo on the inside of his arm.
Fun wasn’t supposed to have uncalloused hands, pretty eyes, and back muscles that were apparent through his shirt.
Fun wasn’t supposed to have uncalloused hands, pretty eyes, and back muscles that were apparent through his shirt.
I was pulled into his chest, and we were dancing. Chest to chest, hips against hips, his hand on my back and mine in his palm. It pulled the air right out of my chest.
I was pulled into his chest, and we were dancing. Chest to chest, hips against hips, his hand on my back and mine in his palm. It pulled the air right out of my chest.
“Do you do this often?” I asked. “Dance with beautiful women?”
“Do you do this often?” I asked. “Dance with beautiful women?”
“Adelaide. But I’m not telling you my last name.” “Alright, Adelaide With No Last Name, where are you from?”
“Adelaide. But I’m not telling you my last name.” “Alright, Adelaide With No Last Name, where are you from?”
Running to the Tube in my heels with Rye’s coat on my shoulders felt like a scene from a movie.
Running to the Tube in my heels with Rye’s coat on my shoulders felt like a scene from a movie.
One minute we were racing up and down the empty train, and the next, I was bumping into him when it came to a full stop. I perfectly landed on him in the plastic seat. My face hovered above his, giving me the ability to explore the angles of his cheeks, and the flecks of gold and valleys of chestnut brown appearing in his eyes when only inches away from them. Before I realized it, I was kissing him and going to his—
One minute we were racing up and down the empty train, and the next, I was bumping into him when it came to a full stop. I perfectly landed on him in the plastic seat. My face hovered above his, giving me the ability to explore the angles of his cheeks, and the flecks of gold and valleys of chestnut brown appearing in his eyes when only inches away from them. Before I realized it, I was kissing him and going to his—
He brushed a hand through his hair, moving pieces out of his face like he was in a romance movie.
He brushed a hand through his hair, moving pieces out of his face like he was in a romance movie.
Like when Hugh Grant entered Bridget Jones’s Diary.
Like when Hugh Grant entered Bridget Jones’s Diary.
“It’s you,” he whispered. His face bloomed with surprise. It made his lips look even fuller,
“It’s you,” he whispered. His face bloomed with surprise. It made his lips look even fuller,
a hand latched onto my arm and yanked me into an empty classroom. “What happened the other night?” Rye—Dorian asked, closing the door behind me.
a hand latched onto my arm and yanked me into an empty classroom. “What happened the other night?” Rye—Dorian asked, closing the door behind me.
Yes, that would be better. So it was nice meeting you, but no.” Opening the door— He placed a hand above mine, shutting it. “Woah, what? Why not?” he asked. Looking up at him, all that filled me was an abundance of agitation. I huffed, “It’s complicated.” “I can be very persuasive.”
Yes, that would be better. So it was nice meeting you, but no.” Opening the door— He placed a hand above mine, shutting it. “Woah, what? Why not?” he asked. Looking up at him, all that filled me was an abundance of agitation. I huffed, “It’s complicated.” “I can be very persuasive.”
How could someone be handsome enough that I wanted to lean into their cologne-like coffee scent, while also being equally maddening? I wanted to push him off the London Bridge and let the problem float away.
How could someone be handsome enough that I wanted to lean into their cologne-like coffee scent, while also being equally maddening? I wanted to push him off the London Bridge and let the problem float away.
“What do I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?” he asked with purpose, finally removing his hand from the door, and stuffing it into his pocket. “A date? Are you insane?” I gawked.
“What do I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?” he asked with purpose, finally removing his hand from the door, and stuffing it into his pocket. “A date? Are you insane?” I gawked.
“How do you even know she’s any good?” “Because I looked her up. She’s had a number of scholarships and internships in marketing that make a Harvard business student look like a failure. We met at her work yesterday to go over the semester project—you’d think she already took the class.”
“How do you even know she’s any good?” “Because I looked her up. She’s had a number of scholarships and internships in marketing that make a Harvard business student look like a failure. We met at her work yesterday to go over the semester project—you’d think she already took the class.”
“What’s her name?” “Why?” “I want to see a picture of her.” “Adelaide Adorno,” I said hesitantly. A pause and then, “She’s really pretty.” “I know,” I exhaled.
“What’s her name?” “Why?” “I want to see a picture of her.” “Adelaide Adorno,” I said hesitantly. A pause and then, “She’s really pretty.” “I know,” I exhaled.
“My name’s James, by the way,” he remembered, giving me his hand. I shook it. “Adelaide … But you already know that.”
“Which class are you trying to get to?” he asked. “Entertainment Media in the Archer building.” “With Professor Dover?” “Yes, that one! Have you had her before?” “I’m in that class too,” he said. “I guess you can just follow me this way then.”
“Same hallway next Thursday?” It wasn’t as if I could say no. “Next Thursday it is.”
“Why are you smiling like that?” I grumbled. There was a mischievous grin on her face. She looked like an impersonator for the cat from Alice in Wonderland. “You know his name …”
“Why are you smiling like that?” I grumbled. There was a mischievous grin on her face. She looked like an impersonator for the cat from Alice in Wonderland. “You know his name …”
Even with a packed lecture hall, I had no problem spotting James’s head in the front row. But I was surprised to find him glancing back in my direction. He brought his hand up … and waved. A delicate, shy smile inched its way into his cheeks. I casually waved back before he faced the projector again.
A shadow bled over the stack in my arms. Before I could look up, Dorian was lifting half of the books out of my hands.
A shadow bled over the stack in my arms. Before I could look up, Dorian was lifting half of the books out of my hands.
“You really shouldn’t be walking home by yourself.” “Ah, a protector all of a sudden,” I replied. “Funny.” I jumped back as his head popped up across from me. He slid a book beside the one I added. “I just can’t stand to fail this class. Losing my tutor probably wouldn’t do me any good.” “My walk home is perfectly safe.” “How far is the walk?” “Not far.”
“You really shouldn’t be walking home by yourself.” “Ah, a protector all of a sudden,” I replied. “Funny.” I jumped back as his head popped up across from me. He slid a book beside the one I added. “I just can’t stand to fail this class. Losing my tutor probably wouldn’t do me any good.” “My walk home is perfectly safe.” “How far is the walk?” “Not far.”
