Adonis walks out, holding the brown guitar in his hand. If I can do what I want at this moment, and I have a feeling that I can, I really want to take a picture of him, holding the guitar in his outfit.
He looks like a sexy rockstar. The prince of black ripped jeans and tight T-shirts that shows a lot of abs and physique is wearing a black denim dungaree today.
"Adonis, stop right there and don't move." I say, and bring out my phone from my purse in a hurry.
"What are you doing?"
"Just one snap." I swipe and click on the camera and take a couple of snaps even though Adonis doesn't stop moving, making the shots unsteady.
"You're crazy, why do you need my picture when I'm not even your Maths tutor anymore." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Did I told you I quit?"
"I know you quit, long ti
