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His eyes stopped moving over my face and instead settled, held mine captive. They were heated and…hot and…intense. I was starting to understand why the blood of a thousand virgins had been sacrificed at his altar of sexual prowess.
“No. No. She stays out here.” Eric shook his head and motioned to Sam. “What? Why?” “Only one girl at a time, unless both are invited.” I glanced at Sam and imagined I wore a similarly stunned expression. “Excuse me?” Sam asked. “What is he? A sultan? Does he have a harem?”
Even though you don’t feel calm doesn’t mean you can’t be calm.
The way he said the words, deadpan and caustic, led me to the conclusion that he thought I was there to beg for more kisses, entrap him with my feminine wiles. Little did he know, I possessed no feminine wiles. Only the willies and the heebie jeebies.
“Is a chameleon a coward because it can change its color? No. It’s evolved and awesome. I like to think of myself in a similar fashion. There is nothing wrong with having a strong sense of self-preservation.”
He was so handsome I felt like filing a civil lawsuit against his parents, claiming punitive damages, pain and suffering to my psyche.
Fools fight compliments, she’d said, and sometimes other people see you better than you can see yourself.
