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Up close, he’s even more beautiful.
His chest rises with a slow breath. A thick vein runs along his forearm. His mouth curves as he watches me openly admire him.
“You’re staring,” he says.
“You’re practically naked.”
“Would you prefer me entirely naked?”
My cheeks heat.
He notices.
Of course he notices.
His smile turns positively sinful.
“Ah. There it is.”
“What?”
“Desire.”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Your pulse has quickened.”
“That’s because you’re standing in my personal space.”
“Your breathing has changed.”
“Because you’re approximately the size of a refrigerator.”
“And your eyes keep returning to my mouth.”
I look him dead in the eye.
“That’s because you won’t stop talking.”
He laughs.
It’s a rich, masculine sound that sends an entirely inappropriate shiver down my spine.
“You are unlike any mortal I’ve encountered.”
“Clearly you need to get out more.”
“I intend to.”
His gaze travels over my face.
“But first, I wish to experience something.”
“What’s that?”
“Your touch.”
