In the Frame
As soon as the teacher, lecturer, course leader—what did you call someone who was teaching a class for adults, anyway?—entered the room, all of Gina’s misgivings about signing up for the photography class disappeared. If the worst came to the absolute worst and she didn’t learn a damn thing, then at least she’d have enough fantasy fodder to keep her going for months.
He was gorgeous. Dressed in a smart casual manner, in dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt, along with funky Converse trainers, he’d got the outfit down. And the man inside the outfit was perfection, too. Shorter than her usual type, he made up for it with his slightly messy spiky black hair, startling blue-green eyes and scruff which clearly hadn’t decided whether it wanted to become a full-on beard or not.
Gin
