-Molly-
I looked up at Scott, unable to believe that he was right in front of me. Even more shocking was that the man in front of me looked nothing like the Scott that I knew. His hair was not slicked back in his normal stern fashion that wouldn't dare to have a strand out of place. It was rowdy and unruly, slightly curling around his face. I took in the tight ripped jeans and the buttoned white shirt that hung loosely around his body. The sleeves were rolled up to show off his slightly tanned forearms and an intriguing tattoo I had no idea he had.
This was not the Scott that I was used to, and just looking at him sent a wave of heat through me. I had always been slightly attracted to him, but this man before me was so hot that I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
"Scott… what
