Yesterday & Forever by Sophie Rodger Read Free Book Online Page B

it be number 9, with the slightly, fashionable too-long blonde hair, or number 5 with the sleeves rolled up, or could it be...
    Cass stopped thinking as number 7 turned around.
    She heard the girl inhale sharply and Cass found she couldn’t agree more.
    A heart-stopping smile revealed shiny, Hollywood white teeth and created laughter lines in the corners of his dark eyes. He had a straight nose, like the ones she had seen on the classical statutes in the hall. Wide shoulders were emphasised by a large black rucksack and rich, dark brown hair curled where it reached the top of the white rugby collar. His olive tan either meant he was naturally blessed or had come back from an exotic holiday and whilst not being the tallest of the group, he was by no means the shortest at roughly 6 foot, if Cass’s guess was right.
     
    As if sensing he suddenly had an audience, he turned around to look in Cass’s direction. Cass froze unable to do anything except stare back. A frown creased his brow as if trying to place a name to a face. Suddenly a hand shot up near Cass’s face.
    “ Luca. Hey! It’s me, Meg!” the girl squealed.
    His gaze moved slowly over to the brunette. He smiled, though Cass didn’t think it was quite as genuine as it could be.
     
    “ Miss...Er miss. Hello!”
    Cass turned back guiltily. The woman behind the desk was holding out her papers to her, a frustrated look on her face.
    “ Thanks”, Cass muttered, grabbing the papers and putting them in her bag.
    “ So now you have to go and have your photo taken. It’s in the Warner Building, room 2C. Won’t take long. Right- next!”
    Feeling as if she were back at school and being dismissed, Cass clutched her bag tightly and quickly departed. Following the paper pink arrows, she made her way out and across the small cobbled terrace to a large, neo-classical building ready for her close up.

Chapter 3
     
    Two hours later, Cass wasn’t sure if the woman in the hall meant long to have the photo or get to its venue. If it was the former, she was in her right mind to go back and complain for being misinformed!
    Despite the wave of annoyance, the intoxicating smell of the University Coffee House called to her down the crowded corridor.
    Shoving her way through she finally reached the long wooden counter.
     
    “ One latte please”, Cass said, handing the change across. Turning around to reach into her backpack, she collided, face first into a tall, definitely human, muscled wall, encased in a rugby shirt.
    “ Oh, sorry, I...”
    She stopped, her eyes growing round as she looked up, recognising the guy from the hall. Mr Number 7.
    “ It’s fine”, he replied, the deep timbre of his voice causing goose bumps to rise along her arms.
    Cass flashed a small smile and turned hastily around, casting eyes downwards, all the time aware of the figure behind her. His eyes, she realised now, were a dark brown encircled by a gold band. She felt her cheeks grow warm. She had no business thinking of his eyes- she didn’t even know him for crying out loud!
     
    Raising her eyes back up she saw her face reflected in the mirrored panel behind the counter.
    Whoosh! Suddenly breathless as their eyes met in its polished surface. The dark eyes moved slowly over her face, from the loose blonde waves to the pink cheeks and shining blue eyes.
    “ One latte!” came the strident voice of the barista.
    “ Oh that’s mine”, Cass muttered, reaching for the Styrofoam cup. Just at the same time as Mr Number 7.
    The hot liquid splashed all over the counter, dripping down its sides.
    “ Oh, I’m so sorry”, Cass said, grabbing a handful of paper napkins and trying to mop up the damage.
    “ It’s completely my fault”, the rich voice murmured near her ear. Cass felt the goose bumps re-new their journey up her arms. “Let me get you another”.
    “ No need, really. I’ll just...erm”, she stopped, her face flaming.
    They stood up and Cass realised he was taller than her original