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I leaned forward with interest as the magnificent specimen of man standing at the podium of the lecture hall explained something about geometry or stuff.
Shawn Lawson.
That's his name.
The only reason I'm taking this class. Tall as hell, at least 6'4, with thick, broad shoulders that stretched his shirt tight across his firm, masculine chest. I know for a fact his body was tea. Every time he moved, the fabric pulled over his hard muscle.
Mmm, and don't get me started on the face. His face was so ethereal it was hard to believe he was real. Sharp, incredibly sculpted nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline covered in just the right amount of stubble.
His eyes were dark and simply mesmerizing, and would casually lock with mine during classes. Full, succulent lips that always
