C3 Chapter 3
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." ~Socrates
Loud bells clang in the distance, pulling me out of my memories once again. The beautiful man playing the lyre suddenly stops, his full, sensuous mouth pinched into a tight line. "We've run out of time, I'm afraid."
My heart leaps as he stands and holds out a hand to help me out of bed.
If Clay was sexy