DAMIEN
Interesting… now she’s really got my attention. This is the second time I’ve crossed paths with the little blonde vixen. Who is she running from anyway? She doesn’t like me, that’s clear as day, but that only makes her more fascinating.
Her pretty bow-shaped mouth has a way of catching my eye. She’s not like Nova or any of the other college girls who throw themselves at anyone with a bad attitude and a bike. No, she’s different.
There’s something glowing in her, something untamed. And the way she hugged those textbooks to her chest makes me want to knock them right out of her hands just so she’ll finally look at me.
The deep rumble of my Harley fades as I park between the rows of student vehicles. My eyes, though, are locked on one in particular, Marcus Bern, the Dean of the
