![]() ![]() And then he raises his hand and touches my face. He nods, like I confirmed his suspicions. I hope he doesn’t tell the bartender and get me kicked out of here. I’ve never been so fascinated by a man’s mouth before. “You can call me Julian,” he says, and I watch his lips moving. He doesn’t introduce himself, so I gather my courage and ask, “What’s your name?” His sensuous lips part, revealing even white teeth. I am absolutely mesmerized, and I’m pretty sure he knows it. “Nora,” I say quietly, looking up at him. His voice somehow carries above the music, its deeper notes audible even in this noisy environment. He stands next to me, and I have to remember to breathe. I don’t know how old he is, but I’m guessing he’s closer to thirty than twenty. And why not? He’s gorgeous, and he knows it.Īs he approaches, I realize that he’s a large man. He gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. If I were prone to blushing, I would’ve been beet-red. I suddenly feel warm as I imagine that mouth touching my skin, my lips. A mouth that could belong to a fallen angel. Straight dark eyebrows over those strikingly pale eyes. His face is hard and masculine, each feature perfectly symmetrical. ![]() He’s probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He’s sitting on the other side of the bar, about ten feet away. Straight into a pair of piercing blue eyes. When I’m done, I put down the glass and look up. He gives it to me, and I greedily gulp it down. On my way back, I ask the bartender for a glass of water. ![]()
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