Chapter 34: Grace

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 possible that every time I see him, he looks better than before? He's dressed in another dark suit that fits him to perfection.

I glance around, realizing that I'm not the only one checking him out. Girls slowly walk by the bench he's sitting on, trying to snag his interest. A group of five young women keep craning their necks to get a better look at him. They giggle while admiring him.

I can't blame them.

Lord knows I was tempted to blush and giggle the first time I saw him. Instead, I gawked mutely in the elevator.