I heard a knock on my door. I stood up from my bed.
I’d been going over my schoolwork for over five hours, so standing up abruptly made me a little dizzy. I held onto the bed pole for support for a moment before slipping on my flip-flops and heading to the door.
I wasn’t expecting anyone. Nobody knew where I was staying—except for Mum, obviously.
So, imagine the shock on my face when I opened the door to see grey eyes, curly hair, a sharp jawline, and full-blown muscles under an Oxford white shirt and black button-down pants.
Brian.
I blinked rapidly, furrowing my brows as if I could blink away what I was seeing. My hand gripped the doorknob, grounding myself. My lips parted slightly.
He remained rooted in place, calm and still, his arms relaxed at his sides. His posture was straigh
