Clara Kane was staring up at Drake's face.
She was sweating, she knew that.
From the sweltering heat of a few minutes ago, they had entered a spot that was cooler.
He had stopped when they had reached the shade of the trees near the building's walls.
Inside, there were sure to be classes going on.
Clara knew that this was something she had never done before.
Clara Kane should not be outside the walls of her classroom but in that moment, the young heiress could not at all think of classes.
She was so busy in that moment, staring at the tall, mysterious Drake Lieself who was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
She peeked at his arm as he did.
It was a muscular forearm with hints of tattoos peaking out from the shirt he was wearing.
Clara swallowed hard, a small blush spreading across her cheeks.
He was attractive.
Moreso than she had realized.