He’s wearing a nice shirt and blue jeans.
Casual but not exactly casual.
He smells like the wordexpensive.
“Hey, love,” he says.
I watch the way his tongue moves when he says the wordlove.
There’s a very faint hint of an accent that slides off his lips.
“Hi,” I manage to say.
I feel like some girl you’d see on social media who meets her favorite singer and doesn’t know what to do or say.
“Dropped your bag,” he says. “Let me get that for you.”
He crouches down and lifts my bag without his eyes leaving mine.
He’s devouring me.
He’s…
Oh, God, is this hot guy fucking me with his eyes right now?
He puts my bag back on my shoulder and pats my shoulder.
Then he touches my right cheek.
His fingertips against my cheek…
All my naughty parts squee.
My nipples tighten. My inner thighs pulse with warmth.
I suddenly think about the other guy I ran into.
The one who said he wants to kill me.
Between him and this guy, they’re the hottest guys I’ve ever seen in my life.
“I’ll see you around, love,” he says to me.
Then he walks right by me.
I spin around and let my jaw hit the ground.
He walks towards Maz and Birdie and they break apart to give him a path.
“Mazarin,” he says to Maz. He turns his head. “Birdie.”
Then he keeps walking.
Maz and Birdie both exhale slowly.
I suddenly picture the three of us humping the hell out of this guy. All at the same time.
When I remember how to walk, I close in on Maz and Birdie.