He’s so goddamn hot, it’s unfair. I mean, Massimo Bianchi has always been a man and not a college boy. That only makes him stand out more than others, maybe that was the reason I developed a crush on him.But not anymore. Not even his handsome face can make me forget what he has make me go through.That’s the first thought that punches through my hazy, slightly tipsy mind as I gawk… I mean, stare, at him.Jet-black-hair. A face carved by sin itself, broad shouldered straining against the leather of his jacket. And those ocean blue eyes, glacially cold, yet burning me like he is warning me while promising to abolish me.I snicker. “Let go,” I pause, suddenly feeling a strange rush of haziness washing over me. When I look at him again, he’s looking more pissed than ever. “All brawn, no brains.”His jaw ticks. His nostrils flare.Oh, he hates that.A spark of victory rushes through me until I realise people are looking. Whispers ripple through the air, eyes darting toward us, curious and
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