"I want to walk to class with you." That's great," I said smiling and turning toward our class.Missy tugged on my belt loop. "No," she said firmly. "I...want to walk with you to class like you did with Olivia last week. You know, hands in each other's pockets."I turned back toward her, smiling. "Okay, which alien are you and what did you do with Melissa Ann Harmon?"Missy blushed bright pink. "Please, John, don't tease me. This is hard enough for me as it is. Ever since our talk at the Outlook. On the ride to campus, I kept seeing more and more messages pop up in my notifications. I kept from looking at them and tossed the phone in my gym bag to avoid temptation. I had a long day of classes...four of them back-to-back with a lab period sandwiched in-between. In the afternoon, I had a bootcamp at the school’s gym, which was something I was looking forward to. It felt more like an opportunity to let off some steam after a heavy day. The hours ticked by without any form of excitement,. . and women ... find more to their liking, than your slender, more-petite figure. However, remember that I won the “competition” [yes, she did the air-quotes thing] for your father, who is the most attractive man that I’ve ever known, and I am sure that I have known, in multiple ways, many more men than you have. So, as the winner, I know that there are men that truly appreciate your shape. Heck, because we’re built so similarly, you could say that your father truly appreciates your shape. He. "But this one caught my attention. Forbidden love, passion, rule breaking. Right up my street."I looked up and caught his eye. They're the brightest shade of blue I've seen and framed by impossible dark eyelashes. It was the first thing I noticed about him and even five weeks later, I tried not to look into them because they always made me catch my breath. "Do you break the rules a lot?" I asked. He smiled, his teeth straight and white. Something else that made me catch my breath. He sat back.