Chapter18

#Chapter18

SHONDRA

Twelve years ago

I’d snuck more than a few glances at him. More than I had at any man. I liked the way he moved... gracefully, as if the ball were part of his hand.

Tall, with wavy blond hair and light eyes, he knew he was handsome. I could tell by the way he had taken off his Harvard hoodie, carelessly tossing it on the ground. It was there in the slow look-at-me-way he’d run a hand over his abs before flexing his sculpted arms, stretching them towards the heavens.

Yep, this Mr. Harvard knew he was something.

Duke was like that as well—even to the point he was working on his body to back it up. When he’d cornered me in the janitorial closet last week, Duke had made a point of planting his muscled arms close to my head as he tried to steal a kiss.