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BPOV:

Warmth makes you sleepy. That makes sense. Being warm is comforting, relaxing, and it reminds you of being tucked up in bed, safe and cosy.

I was freezing. So why was I falling asleep?

I was standing at the bus stop, like every morning, with a cold wind blowing in my face, bringing tears to my eyes. I fought another yawn and pulled my coat tighter around me.

It was the first day back at school after the Christmas holidays. The temperature hadn't risen yet. It was days like this that I questioned the wisdom of our school uniform. I struggled to keep my skirt covering my goose-bumped legs, and tried to pull my socks up higher.

This early in the morning, it was dark, which wasn't helping the sleepiness. Only a few street lamps lit the road. I couldn't wait for winter to end.

Finally, I saw the lights of the bus round the corner. The trusty 116. I'd been getting it for six years now. I recognised everyone who got it, and we all sat in the same seats every day.

I climbed aboard, eyelids drooping, and paid my fare. I greeted Mark, the bus driver, and then stumbled towards my seat. I could feel waves of heat coming from all the heaters on the bus and I felt sleepier than ever. My eyes were barely open, but a flash of bronze caught my attention.

My eyes shot open, and focused on the bronze mop of hair on the gorgeous guy in front of me. His hair was in complete disarray, and he had obviously just gotten out of bed. He had tired emerald eyes and perfect lips. His strong jaw line made me bite my lip.

I shook my head when I realised that I had been standing there in a daze. And then I realised that he was in my seat.

I hesitated, not knowing what to do. I hadn't had to pick a seat in years. And I didn't want to mess up the order by taking someone else's seat.

By now he had noticed me staring. He raised an eyebrow, and then cocked his head to the side slightly. I blushed. My god, he was good-looking.

He took his bag from the seat next to him and placed it on the floor, then moved closer to the window and looked outside. I was still hesitating. I couldn't decide whether or not to take the seat, but then the bus started off again with a lurch, making me fall onto the seat, and onto him.

He grabbed my arms, steadying me. I felt electricity crackle where he touched me and my heart rate sped up. I looked into his green eyes, which were very close to my brown ones. He looked at me with concern, and gently pushed me upright. I blushed furiously again; he had completely dazzled me and I had just been leaning over him, not even attempting to get up. He must think I'm a lunatic!

I took off my coat and sat down next to him. I crossed my arms and legs, and looked down, letting my brown hair shield me from him. I took out my MP3 player and listened to music for the rest of the journey.

I tried to keep myself from glancing at him, but I couldn't keep my mind off the Adonis sitting next to me. The last few times, I saw a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

A few stops before mine, outside an all-boys secondary school, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to him quickly and watched his perfect lips try to tell me something.

"Sorry?" I said, speaking far too loudly apparently.

He smiled and gestured to his ears. Then I got it. I still had my earphones in.

I yanked them out, my face looking more and more like a tomato. I could hear his voice now, low and musical, with a slight accent.

"Excuse me, this is my stop."

I swung my legs to the side to let him out. He brushed past me on the way, and I felt a tingle. He turned and looked as if he were about to say something, but then just smiled and walked away.

I scooted over to my usual seat, and tried not to think about its last occupant, but I knew I'd be wondering all day if he'd be here again tomorrow.