"His face is the stuff of sculptures—hard and strong jawline, deep and piercing green eyes and dimples that show even when he’s not smiling. And, as if that wasn’t enough for the gods to endow him with, he has a six pack of abs that he always shows off."
“Wait a minute,” he says. “I need your phone number...for tutoring purposes of course,” he adds with a sly smile.
He hands me his phone and I reluctantly type in my number. I save it under “For Tutoring Purposes of Course” and give it back to him before rushing inside my house.
As soon as I make it upstairs to my room, my cell phone buzzes with a text notification. It’s an unknown number.
This is Dean. Here’s my number, you can save it under “For ANY Purposes Of Course…”