“Nothing. Wait, why the fuck are you talking to me like you know me?” My question makes him grin. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from his delectable jeans and lights one up. I watch as he takes a drag and blows out a cloud of smoke.
“Because I do.”
I pick up a cinnamon roll with my right hand and take a bite while I study his face.
If only he weren’t this fucking gorgeous.
His hair is black, medium length on top with neater sides. Well fucking kempt.
His jawline is so sharp that a knife wouldn’t be needed to cut into meat.
But his eyes are what’s drawing me to him—black, gorgeous eyes with amber speckles.
“Are you studying me, little hummingbird?” His voice is even deeper than I remember. “From your expression, I can tell that youdoremember me.”
I set my cinnamon roll and tea down and clean my hands off my clothes. “No, no, I don’t.” My innocence is like armor at this point. I can’t let him see the real me.
The depraved me.
I can’t let him know that somehow, I crave him even though I shouldn’t.
He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table, and then he stands up.
Fuck.
He is around six-six and not only is he tall, but you can tell he takes care of his body.
M turns around and looks at me from head to toe.
Not a single word is spoken, but a lot is said.
With every growing second of his eyes devouring my body, I am becoming restless. The only light that’s illuminating this entire room is coming from the flames of the fireplace.
And they are burning behind him. Like the devil he is.
I click my tongue behind my teeth and place my hands beside me, wanting some control over the situation. I need to regain my stability because his hungry stare is consuming me.
His movements come across as if he is trulyseeingme for the first time. While he is tracing me, I study him.
M’s fists are clenched beside him, his chest heaving up and down, licking his lips.
His subtle movements make the air crackle between us, and the tension intensifies. I feel his presence pressed up against me, even though he is a few feet away. The invisible line between us keeping our desires interlocked.
What fucking desires? I don’t even know him.
At the exact moment, our gazes meet.
The simple act of blinking is not something I can do right now. In this moment, the demons that surround us are even quieter, anticipating what we are going to do.
M rolls his sleeves up, and I get a peek at his tattoos. And they are magnificent.
This day keeps on getting shittier by the fucking second. I want to hate this man, but he is making it impossible by looking like sex on legs.
I soften my gaze by relaxing my forehead and thinking about the man in front of me. He is my primary focus because I need to get the fuck out of here.
In my peripheral view, I see the big windows that are probably impossible to open. My next step is to look behind M, and there are two possible escape routes: the door to the terrace and some stairs leading up to another floor.
When I look at M again, he cocks his head with a boyish grin on his face.
