Class for the day had ended; Quin packed her bags and headed out of the auditorium with the stream of students spilling into the hallway.
At the entrance, she saw Reeves leaning against the wall outside her class.
One shoulder hung loosely on the pillar made of bricks; his legs were crossed, with one hand inside the pocket of his blue jeans and another spinning his car keys. He appeared very relaxed, like he was waiting outside the lecture rooms for girls on a daily basis.
The afternoon light shone through the glass windows and lit up his strands of light brown hair; then, as soon as his eyes met her, a mischievous smile formed.
The locker room and resting room scenes flashed before her eyes, causing her cheeks to redden in embarrassment.
Reeves pushed himself off the wall and moved
