Lilas Light.
Despite everything that I’ve said, Salvatore does not budge. He is sitting right next to me as the class enfolds, listening to the professor and folding his hands. At the end of the class, I begin to pack my notebooks, fixing them into my handbag and he gets up.
“My car is outside.” He says, walking away and I exhale. It’s like I can't even get rid of him, he has infiltrated the school too. Outside of the class is bustling and I can see Salvatore at the front, he is the towering figure that everyone is looking at as he strides confidently through the bustling crowd. His stature is dominating the immediate surroundings.
Broad shoulders that emphasized his undeniable masculinity, and each step exudes a self-assured grace. As we get out of the school building, a play of sunli
