His life was over.
He couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell! What a body!
She was the sort of goddess that average guys weren’t even allowed to dream about.
And that fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very nose had been aroused.
Sigh. A beauty of that caliber most likely came from a wealthy background.
What sort of ordinary man could win her attention?
Hold on! Wasn’t he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did he keep forgetting about this?
Gerald shook his head wryly.
He tried to peek into the library through a window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched him curiously.
Their eyes met—and then she hurriedly dropped her gaze.
Gerald decided not to keep staring at her, either.
With a guilty little start, he remembered that he had Mila, now. He shouldn’t be ogling at other chicks like this. Anyways, there would always be a pretty girl around the next corner—he couldn’t very well go falling for each and every one of them!
That wasn’t the way of Gerald Crawford, no.
Fighting to suppress the surging tides of his heart, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his revision like this.
It was almost noon. He’d made a date with Queta to meet her for lunch at Sunnydale University, where she’d been taking professional courses the past couple of days. He hadn’t gone to see her there yet.
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