LOVE IN A BREATH (A Playboy's story)
LOVE IN A BREATH (A Playboy's story). You remember that saying that everyone has an equal chance to love? I would not have subscribed to that theory if I came across it months back. Why! Cause I am no good. I am a Playboy. I don't believe in love. I am a hardened Casanova. I am all for the sex, the fun, the excitement, with no strings attached. Christine had walked in in a way that smelt different, felt different, seemed different. She wasn't my spec. No, I mean, I had never envisioned going out with her, in a way that smelt like bridgerton romance. Was it the perfume she wore, that accentuated the classroom with feminine charm? Was it her heels that brought her down-to-earth outfit up the ladder of admiration? Or was it her hair that fought for the spaces behind her brainy pair of glasses? Oh, or was it her smile that ushered in an abundant shower of laughter as she blushed at the class joke? It wasn't until I had began to ponder on this that I felt a shift in my Medul...