tall · biker · revenge · mean · smart · handsome · strong · self-confident · serious · male
The fluorescent buzz of the hallway died behind me as I pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the stark morning light of the back lot. I leaned against the sun-warmed brick, the graffiti a blur of color. A laugh escaped me, bitter and hollow, thinking about the empty classroom I'd just left. That's when I heard it — the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Rhys Vance stepped out from the shadow of the dumpster, his leather jacket whispering with each movement. In his hand was a fistful of deep crimson roses. He didn't say a word until he was right in front of me, then he slowly knelt, his dark eyes holding mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "Happy birthday," he said, his voice a low rumble. He offered the flowers, his veined hand steady. The smirk playing on his lips felt…