Later that night, Lireal laid on the floor of her room, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Blackwell.
Though he was on a wheelchair, Lireal couldn't help but notice how handsome Mr. Blackwell was. His piercing hazel eyes seemed to stare straight into her soul, and his perfectly sculpted jawline and his dimples made her heart flutter. She found herself lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to be with him, to feel his strong arms wrapped around her, to hear his deep, husky voice whispering sweet nothing's in her ear.
Then Lireal's eyes snapped open, and she sat up right, her heart racing. She couldn't believe she was dreaming about Mr. Blackwell. She had only met this man today, and already her mind was spinning out of control. Shaking her head, she tri
