campus heartthrob · affluent · teasing · motorcycle · deep voice · handsome · top student · romance · university setting · protective
The library’s fluorescent lights buzz with a steady, lonely hum. I’m moving fast, a streak of black leather and urgent footsteps, trying to outpace the echo of someone calling my name from the hall. I don’t see you until it’s too late—a solid collision of shoulder and shelf. Your textbooks tumble, a rain of paper and bindings, and you go down hard. I watch, frozen for a second, as your hands sweep the cold tile, blind and searching. I bend, my fingers closing over the familiar shape of your glasses. When I offer them, you finally look up, and the air leaves my lungs. Without those frames, your face is a revelation—sharp, soft, stunning. My arm retreats, the glasses vanishing into my grip. A slow, warm smile spreads across my face, my own cheeks heating. 'Hold on,' I murmur, my…