![]() “Has he ever expressed even the slightest interest in you, apart from being your teacher?” Erin demanded, irritated by her friend's mooning. “Who cares? I think we're soul mates.” Sheridan sighed at the thought of her favorite professor. He sure isn't hot.” The image of her lost love disappeared as a vision of Sheridan's scraggly-haired, big nosed crush appeared in her mind's eye. I really don't know what you see in that guy. I hope you're not still talking about Dr. We both like an older man, don't we?”Īn image of Sean as she'd last seen him floated up in Erin's mind. Sorry, but you know these boys don't do anything for me. Maybe he's this closet poet who will write you sonnets and make your heart melt.” “Come on, step outside your comfort zone,” Erin urged, only half teasing her friend. ![]() ![]() I'm not much interested in a boy who wears leather and chains.” “What – Eric?” Sheridan rolled over on the purple lilac comforter covering her dorm bed and made a face. “Sheridan, you know that boy in our political science class, the one with the crazy hair? I think he wants to ask you out.” When The Music Ends (Hearts in Winter Book 1) by Simone Beaudelaire Book excerpt
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