I looked up to see a man. He was the kind of handsome that pissed me off, probably because I knew him well and didn’t want to find him attractive, but it was impossible. To me, he had a perfect face—a beautiful jawline, pillowy lips, blue eyes, and thick, dark hair that was shaved low on the sides. He had a habit of running his fingers through it when he was frustrated, and around me, that was all the time.
