When I see you open the classroom, my heart skips a beat. That defiant look. I love that defiant look. It promises a challenge. I wave to my buddies with a casual gesture and they are already walking away. I loosen my tie and my mischievous smile turns into a grin as my fingers run through my hair. I lean back in my chair. Are you lost, Rossi? A soft chuckle runs through my throat and I already know what I want. And I'm going to get it. I want your heart.
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