Oh my gosh. He’s smiling at me.
I can’t believe that I’m still standing.
A few moments ago, when the Dean first started to smile and talk about working directly with me, I could have sworn that I was going to faint. Luckily, the room spinning didn’t last for more than a few short seconds, before my vision is able to return to normal.
If I could, I would stand here for hours staring at the Dean while I memorize ever detail. To put simply, the Dean is perfect.
His short dark brown hair practically screams for me to run my fingers through it. Even his small mole on the side of his neck is also begging me to touch it, but not just touched it. No. It is begging for me to lick it and maybe even nibble it a little bit.