“Cassiel.” He didn’t break the word into syllables.
I took a long breath. I needed to extend this conversation. From the corner of my eye, I observed him. “Cassiel, what is that you are scribbling? Is it long class notes on Dryden?"
“It’s your name stupid, see.” He quickly took up his notebook and flung it up in the air for me to view. He retrieved it immediately.
“Well, that was fast.” I was speechless.
“It was.” His long hands formed a protective circle on the piece of paper he was hazing from my eye’s glance. I caught a peep but both of his shoulders moved too quickly and shielded again whatever he was working on. I sighed because he was so f*****g agile and handsome. The kind of handsome that makes it difficult to breathe around him unless you were making a conscious effort to make
