Gage
God, she was sexy. So goddamn sexy that my brain malfunctioned every time my eyes landed on her. Bree had that whole sexy librarian thing going on as she stood at the blackboard, shuffling through her papers like she owned the damn place.
She hadn’t even needed to ask me twice if I wanted to sit in on her creative writing class—I would’ve followed her anywhere. But it wasn’t just me. The entire room was packed. Guys and girls alike filled every seat, notebooks cracked open, pencils poised, laptops and tablets glowing as they waited for her to start. Everyone was ready for her, and I couldn’t blame them. Who the hell wouldn’t be?
Bree had changed so much in the last few weeks. Not who she was—her heart, her fire, her stubbornness were still the same—but the way she carried herself.
