We’re sitting across from each other on a park bench. He’s frowning into his Geometry book, brows knotted together. A slight spring breeze rustles his already tousled sandy hair. I’m watching him, but he doesn’t notice.
“Okay,” his perfect lips move. I’m watching it all. “I think I got it this time. Test me?”
His beautiful, chocolate eyes meet mine, and my mind stops functioning for an instant. So beautiful. How it makes my heart ache. How I wish he were mine.
“Sure,” I say casually. I take the Geometry book from his hands. “Um, just any problem?”
His eyes are still on mine, guarded and expressionless. “Yeah.
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