Self-Destruct- Becca describes Aiden...

Damn men and their wide shoulders and hard stomachs.  Maybe I should add Alanis Morissette to my iPod too.  But shots of tequila were calling my name.  My old coping mechanism might be self-destructive, but it did help me cope with the rising rage that was choking me.  I forced myself to turn my attention back to Aiden.  It’s too bad he is really good looking.  Like possibly the hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on.  Totally not my normal type either, too masculine.  His dark blonde hair had streaks lightened by the sun.  His eyes were the darkest most hypnotic blue I'd ever seen.  I had to crane my neck to look into those midnight eyes.  Sure, I'm a little short at 5’4”, but it wouldn't have mattered because he is a few inches over 6'.  He wore a fitted black t-shirt, that rippled over what I would assume is a very nice six-pack. I forced my eyes away from their perusal, before I did something humiliating like drool.“Thanks for the warning.  I’m going to go back to the party.” I turned to walk away and he grabbed my elbow.  “Are you going to be ok?” he asked genuinely concerned.  “Yeah, sure.  Nothing tequila won’t fix.  See ya around.”  I barged through the door without bothering to look back.