Hearing that voice, I couldn’t help but lift the corners of my lips and turn around—there he was, sprinting toward me like his life depended on it.
He had on a crisp white shirt, top buttons undone casually, sleeves rolled up to reveal his fair, toned forearms. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, and sweat was trickling down his forehead. No doubt he'd run all the way here.
"Jordan!"
I called out, voice trembling with excitement, a big smile blooming across my face. I almost teared up. Just as I stepped forward to meet him, my arm was suddenly yanked back—Ronald had grabbed hold of me.
I turned my head and glared at Ronald. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
His striking face was stormy, eyes glinting with a sharp intensity. Instead of letting g
