As I leave the Art History building at the university, my eyes catch on obsidian-colored ones. My feet grind to a halt as thick shards of awareness slice through me. No matter how many times I see him, my reaction is always the same.

Always instantaneous.

Matteo.

There's no way him showing up here is a random coincidence.

First the Art Institute and now campus?

Unable to resist the urge, my eyes hungrily sweep over him. He really is gorgeous. How is it ...