Chapter 7
As I stumbled down the hallway, I took a good look at everyone passing by. Even though I’d dreamt his face, it seemed so familiar, so familiar I’d almost convinced myself that he was real. Almost. But deep down, my sanity remained, and I knew that man or no man, dreams are dreams, not reality. But that still didn’t explain the cut. I was still trying to figure out a logical reason about my cut when I stumbled into a chest so solid with muscle it could be mistaken for a wall. I knew a chest this buff could only belong to one person, Zane.
I flirtatiously flipped my hair without looking up and said, “Why hello there stranger,” in the sexiest voice I could manage. But when I looked up expecting to see Zane’s familiar bright blue eyes I found myself, instead, looking into a pair of beautiful sea green eyes.
“Pardon me, I wasn’t watching where I was walking,” He said his voice ringing like chimes.
“Oh, um, no that’s fine, so are you an exchange student?” I asked referring to his slight British accent.
“No, legal American,” He replied making my cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment.
“Do you need help getting somewhere?” He asked after an uncomfortable silence.
“Oh, no, just heading down for breakfast,” I replied.
“Well,” He said as a mischievous grin made itself present on his face, “that’s exactly where I’m going. May I escort you?” He asked bowing down like a English gentlemen.
“Sure,” I said laughing at my, oh so clever response as he links his arm through mine and we walk down the hallway catching many glances, but to caught up in talking to care.