"Hey there, do you need some help carrying your stuff up to our dorm?" A buff guy walked up to me and asked.
Could I just say... hot?!
From the looks of it, he was part of the family from his military style of clothes. I had to bite my lips because that guy was irresistible. I had to get used to seeing such well-toned guys from the previous brats I used share class with.
Could he really be eighteen? He had to be at least twenty-one, but that would be way too late to start college. Imagine if I got a room mate like him---we probably had nothing in coming and the only reason he was nice to me was because he had yet learn what a loser I am... right?
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"Are you really eighteen?" »
