CYNTHIA's P O V

Alex’s voice caused me to turn around. I couldn't deny the fact that he looked hot. His hair was slicked back with gel, and his shirt fit snugly around his chiseled frame. I averted my eyes away from him and heaved a sigh as I shifted my attention back outside the window.

‘‘Cynthia, please... Can we talk?’’ He inquired with a trace of trepidation in his voice.

‘‘There's nothing to talk about, Alex…’’ I mumbled, loud enough for him to ...