And I’d be lying if I said the big red A! circled on top of my midterm hadn’t come as a complete shock. Surprise, surprise, seventy percent of the class got a C-plus or lower on the midterm. In the five years since the rape, my heart has pounded for only two guys.Īt the podium in the lecture hall, Professor Tolbert delivers what I’ve come to refer to as the Disappointment Speech. He’s wearing a baseball cap today, but I know what’s beneath it: thick dark hair, the kind that looks silky to the touch and makes you want to run your fingers through it. Though I should probably come up with another adjective-my male friends insist that men don’t like being called beautiful.īut holy hell, there’s no other way to describe his rugged features and soulful brown eyes. For the millionth time in forty-five minutes, I sneak a peek in Justin Kohl’s direction, and he’s so beautiful it makes my throat close up.
