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and handsome. But it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were multiple shades of blue. I couldn’t make out how many, but they bore straight through me, making me oddly edgy but at the same time weak at the knees. His dark hair fell over the blue pools as he flashed me a sexy smile, dark lashes perfectly framed his show stopping eyes against his high cheekbones. He was six foot of pure perfection, wearing low slung ripped jeans and a tight Goo Goo Dolls shirt. He was lickable, edible and oh-so-sinful.
    Just say something Neva, anything …
    “Erm, uh …” I stuttered.
    Great start Neva, how about trying a simple yes?
    “Um …”
    Jesus! Nod woman. Just nod!
    Nodding in reply, he sat down beside me, so close that I could smell the tempting scent of sin wafting from him. He smelled dangerous. I closed my eyes, letting my body take in the scent; it was like sweet tortuous heaven a combination of strong coffee and mint. What the hell am I doing? He is going to think you’re a crazy, weird stalker. Neva, stop it!
    I could barely make out what the professor was saying. Something about getting to know each other or some crap like that, but my focus was purely on this man, sitting so close to me it was making my skin prickle.
    My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the professor, shit. What did he say?
    “Sorry, could you repeat that?” I asked as my cheeks took on seven different shades of red.
    “Name and what you want to achieve while you are here.” The professor replied, clearly annoyed at me for not paying the slightest bit of attention.
    “Neva James, I, uh … want to teach people the importance of music …” I said in nearly a whisper. Ugh, that was just uncomfortable. Placing my arms on the desk I lay my head down, trying to bring my cheeks back to a normal color as the professor asked the sexy stranger the same question.
    “Angel Walker, I want to meet people who understand my passion for music …” He said in a smooth sexy voice, I think my jaw just hit the floor. Turning my head in my arms, I locked eyes with him. Shit, what do I do now?
    Reaching out, he pulled my hand out from underneath my head, making me sit up straight in my chair. As soon as his large hand touched mine, I was lost, his touch caused butterflies to swim around in my stomach.
    “Nice to meet you Neva …” He said in a slow sexy whisper. Oh shit, I think my panties just melted.
    Come on Neva, you need to say something. Anything!
    “I, um …” I started stuttering again, oh god.
    Come on Neva!!
    “It’s nice to meet you too, Angel.” I finally said as I shook his hand, which sent shocks of electricity through my veins.
    The rest of the class went by far too quickly. There were moments where Angel’s arm would brush mine accidentally, causing goose bumps to rise quickly, covering my pale skin. For a reason I couldn’t describe, I wanted him to keep doing it, I wanted to bask in the deliciousness that was Angel Walker.
    “Assignment is on the board. I want you to write down your feelings, be it happy, sad, excited or depressed. I want you to write them down, think of it as a diary. You have three weeks to complete it.” Time stopped. I couldn’t think or breathe. This was my worst nightmare, the thought of telling a bunch of strangers how I felt scared the crap out of me, this is what I was trying to avoid. This was my idea of hell on earth.
    “Until next time, Neva,” Angel said, interrupting my own torturous thoughts, his smooth and sexy voice wrapping around my name. He placed a kiss on the back of my hand, and I think I whimpered. What the hell? Pulling me out of my own self-pity, my heart fluttered from the softness of his lips against my skin.
    “I, uh. See you around, Angel.” I said, only slightly stumbling over my words.
    I hurriedly made my way to the front of the class, trying to watch my step, trying not to fall over on my ass as I made a beeline for the door. I had to get away from Angel. I wasn’t