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Bella Swan/and the guy across the hall
I'm happily chugging water when they bring him in.
A group of people gathered around and ushered in a tall, from the looks of it, football player, cradling his hand to his chest.
The sound of his cleats against the linoleum echoes through the hall.
A baby starts crying at the end of the wing.
His head turns my way, and his face is pain-filled, but damn, if that boy ain't hot as fuck.
I've never been interested in jocks but he's so pretty; I might have to change my mind.
His hair is a mix between red and brown, his eyes a vibrant green, and his mouth ...
Hot damn.
It forms a crooked smile as he's led into the room directly across from mine.