"What a gentleman Mr Tym is." Brit gushed with her eyes sparkling like rare gems.
"Can you quit saying that, already? I'm tired of hearing you call him that."
I don't think I can endure hearing her refer to Mr Tym all the damn time.
"I'm sorry. I just can't help that, Lee." She placed a hand on my chest, "he looks dreamy enough."
"Can we do this in peace?" I point to the class we were asked to complete before we leave.
"I just can't help it, Lee. He's just too hot for the world. I don't think I can cease talking about him."
"God," I pinch the bridge of my nose as I glare at Brit who seemed to be in another world, with her fantasy for Mr Tym.
"I don't get what's special about him. He's handsome, I agree, but he's not that hot."
Hell, Sly is hotter than Mr Tym.
The only thing I think he has going on for him is his eyes.
