CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW.
The class finally ended, and as usual, he takes his time to grab his things, making sure that we are left alone.
“Adam, do you always get out last in your other classes?” I lean on my desk and he comes towards me with his confident, nonchalant sexy as Hell walk, and stops in front of me at arm-length.
“When I attend them? No. I’m actually the first one out. Why?” He asked as if I should’ve known that.
“You are something else. Are you so straightforward with everyone?”
“Yes. But I don’t insist. I ask one time. You f**k? If yes, ok, if not, fine by me because there is always someone else. But that doesn’t happen so often.” I f*****g bet. It would take a lesbian to say no to him, and even that would be debatable.
“And me? What did I do wrong?” I asked in an exas
