I tried to look covertly over the top of the book I was supposed to be reading. Instead, I was spying over the rim of my book at the boy lying on the spread blanket only a foot from me.
They were in a spot that I had brought Kylian once before. On school grounds, on the belfry of the Chapel and overlooking the expansion of Saint-Ambrose buildings and fields.
Kylian looked fixated at the screen of the computer he had in front of him. He was dressed in a flattering blue jumper. Ink black hair swiped back from his face, and his brows turned down in a relentlessly sexy furrow.
We had been so busy with the upcoming exams that I have hardly seen Kylian all week. Kylian had felt the same, and had acted on it with much of his usual and very attractive haste.
Waiting for the weekend to come by
