“Hello,” I say to him, trying to get my voice to sound as calm as possible, but it so doesn’t. “Zara,” he says. I sit on the bed, listening to his gruff and deep voice. I’m not going to lie; I spent the whole drive home googling him. I can’t say that I was surprised he was good looking, but he’s honestly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. His face has a scruff that I like—no, scratch that, that I love. His hair is cut short on the side and long on top, and I could see running my hand through it. When I looked into his brown eyes, and it looked like he was actually looking at me, I knew I was way
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